All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The soft beep of machines filled the hospital room.Odette lay motionless, her auburn curls splayed against the white pillow, her face pale under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The steady rise and fall of her chest was the only proof she was still here, still fighting.Anton sat beside her, elbows on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white. He had seen death too many times to count. He had caused it, delivered it with cold precision. But this?Watching her like this, suspended between life and something far worse—this was agony.Damien entered the room quietly, but Anton didn’t look up. He had barely moved since the doctors stabilized her, hadn’t left her side. The only thing keeping him from coming undone was the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat on the monitor.“She’s stable,” Damien said, his voice unreadable. “For now.”Anton exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face.“I should’ve stopped her.” His voice was rough, raw with frustration. “

Odette stared at the ceiling, listening to the faint ticking of the clock on the far wall.She had been awake for over an hour, but she hadn’t moved.The letter sat on her bedside table, exactly where she had left it the night before. The heavy paper, the familiar handwriting—Anton’s words still lingered in her mind.She hated that they still had power over her.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and a familiar face peeked inside.Amerie.Her best friend stepped in cautiously, as if unsure of her welcome. But the second her eyes landed on Odette, the hesitation melted into something warmer.“Oh, thank God.” Amerie strode forward, dropping her bag onto the chair before wrapping Odette in a tight hug. “You scared the hell out of me.”Odette stiffened for only a moment before sinking into the embrace.Amerie smelled like vanilla and home.Something safe.“I’m fine,” Odette muttered.Amerie pulled back, arching a brow. “You were unconsc

Odette stood by the hospital window, absently tracing patterns on the cool glass.The city stretched before her, bustling with life—cars weaving through the streets, people moving about their day, unaware of how desperately she longed to be one of them.She had spent too much time in this sterile room, drowning in silence, surrounded by flowers and gifts she refused to acknowledge. The walls felt suffocating, pressing in on her, a constant reminder of everything she had lost and everything she wasn’t ready to face.Anton was gone.Her body still ached, the lingering pain from her gunshot wound a cruel echo of what had happened. But she was healing. The bruises were fading, the stitches had been removed. Soon, she would be strong enough to leave.And when she did, she would pretend that none of this had ever happened.She would go back to work.She would reclaim her normal life.She had to.But even as she repeated the thought in her head, it didn’t feel convincing.A knock at the door

Odette sat at the small desk in her hospital room, staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of her.The pen in her hand hovered just above it, unmoving.For the past hour, she had been trying to write. Trying to form the words that had been circling in her mind since she found out the truth.She had started and stopped a dozen times, each failed attempt ending with her ripping the page from the notepad and tossing it into the wastebasket.Because no matter how hard she tried—she didn’t know what to say.What was she supposed to write?Anton, I’m pregnant.Anton, you left me, but you left something behind.Anton, do you even deserve to know?Her chest tightened.The letters had been coming every single day since he left.Each one a reminder that even though he wasn’t physically here, he still lingered in her life. A constant shadow, refusing to disappear.But now?Now, they had stopped.It had been four days since the last one arrived.And for the first time since she woke up in th

Odette wasn’t sure when she started holding her breath.Maybe it was when the dizziness hit, sharp and sudden, making the walls of her hospital room blur.Maybe it was when she pressed a hand to her stomach, her heartbeat thundering beneath her palm.Or maybe it was when the pain started—not unbearable, but deep and sharp enough to make her panic.She sucked in a slow breath, forcing herself to stay still.This was nothing.It had to be nothing.She was fine.She repeated the thought over and over, but her body didn’t believe it.The pressure in her lower abdomen twisted, sending another dull ache through her.Odette clenched the sheets, her pulse hammering.No.Not this.Her fingers shook as she reached for her phone, nearly dropping it before managing to press Amerie’s contact.It barely rang before her best friend answered.“What’s wrong?”Odette tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “I—” She broke off, inhaling shakily. “I need you to come.”Amerie’s voice immediately sharpened