Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285 Fractured Hearts.

Chapter 285 Fractured Hearts

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Quinn kept silent while Fabian’s voice rose at the other end. “Ms. Bridger, if Mr. Whitethorn will not go to the hospital now, his fingers may set wrong. Even if they heal, he could lose his hand.”

After a long pause, she asked, “Where is he?”

“Still in the apartment you once shared,” Fabian answered. Without another word, Quinn ended the call.

Her car swallowed the distance to the apartment while regret rode beside her. She had snapped those fingers herself. She had only meant to get away, never to cripple him, yet every flashing streetlight accused her of cruelty.

Fabian waited at the doorway and rushed forward when she arrived. “Mr. Whitethorn is inside. Ms. Bridger, I have never seen him like this. Please, whatever happened, forgive him.”

“Fabian.” Her voice cut through his plea. “What stands between Julius and me is none of your business.”

Fabian understood he had overstepped and fell silent.

Quinn opened the door and slipped inside alone.

Empty bottles littered the coffee table. Julius lay stretched across the couch, as if passed out, wearing the same clothes from the night before. His right hand hung over the armrest, three fingers twisted at grotesque angles, the same fingers she had broken.

Pain speared through her chest. She had ended the relationship with her own lips, but love did not vanish simply because a sentence had been spoken.

She stepped closer. Even in drunken sleep, his brow remained knotted, the face so familiar to her etched with silent torment.

On his right wrist, she spotted the bracelet, the birthday gift she had meant to fasten around him herself. Her eyes stung. Two days ago, she had been planning his birthday, and now everything lay in ruins.

She bent over him and called softly, “Julius.”

“Julius!” His eyelids did not even flutter.

Quinn sighed. She would have to get him to the hospital, and if he would not wake, she would carry him. there herself. She reached for his left arm but froze. The hand clutched a single card, pressed tight against his heart.

Quinn froze at the sight of the card–the same one where she had scribbled her well–wishes. A lump rose in her throat, surprise and sorrow mixing so quickly she almost forgot to breathe.

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