Chapter 4

Isaiah Black POV:

The room spun. The pristine white walls of Isabella' s suite seemed to close in, suffocating me. Elinor. Dead. The words hammered against my skull, each syllable a brutal blow.

"No." My voice was a strangled whisper, laced with desperate denial. "It's a lie. She's not dead. She's just... she's too strong. She's pulling another one of her theatrics. Trying to punish me."

My assistant, a man usually unflappable, trembled before me. His eyes, however, held a grim, unwavering certainty. "Sir, it's not a trick. The medical reports are conclusive. She's gone. And... and the child, sir. Stillborn."

A cold dread seeped into my bones, chilling me to the core. A raw, primal fear I hadn't known existed. Elinor. My Elinor. And our baby. Gone. Forever.

I snatched the medical report from his trembling hand, the crisp paper feeling heavy, ominous.

"Where is she?" I demanded, my voice a guttural roar. "Take me to her. Now."

The assistant didn't hesitate. He led the way, practically running.

The corridors blurred around me. My mind was a whirlwind of denial and fragmented images. Elinor's face, pale and tear-stained, pressed against the panic room door. Her desperate pleas. Her blood.

"Please, Isaiah! I'm bleeding! I think something is wrong!" Her voice echoed in my head, now a mournful cry, a ghostly accusation.

I pushed everyone aside, storming through the medical wing, past startled nurses and doctors. I burst into the room where they said she was.

The air was heavy, thick with the metallic tang of dried blood and the cloying scent of antiseptic. The room was cold, stark, brutally empty. No Elinor. No baby.

Just a stretcher, pushed carelessly against a wall. A faint, dark stain on the pristine white sheets. A small, sterile basin on a nearby cart, containing... remnants.

My legs buckled. A wave of nausea washed over me, churning my stomach. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't touch it. I couldn't.

The assistant, his face etched with pity, handed me a tablet. "This is the official report, sir."

My hands shook as I took it. The words on the screen swam before my eyes, but I forced myself to read. "Elinor Guzman Black. Deceased. Cause of death: Hemorrhagic shock due to complications of premature labor and drug-induced systemic failure. Fetal demise in utero."

Fetal demise. Stillborn.

The truth, stark and brutal, slammed into me with the force of a freight train.

"The security guard who found her... he said she was already nearly gone, sir," the assistant added, his voice hushed. "Said she was calling out for you. Begging for help. But the drugs... they were too strong. And the panic room... it was rigged to override all internal communications. No one could hear her."

My stomach clenched. My throat constricted. All I could hear now was Elinor's voice, desperate, pleading. "I'm bleeding! I think something is wrong!" Her words, unheeded, now haunted me.

A sound ripped from my chest, a primal, animalistic scream of pure agony and regret. It wasn't human. It was the sound of a soul tearing itself apart.

My hands, numb with shock, slammed against the steel cart, denting the metal. The basin clattered, rolling to the floor. I didn't care.

Regret, sharp and agonizing, tore through me. It clawed at my insides, ripping at my heart. I had done this. I had murdered my wife. My child.

All for a clause. For money. For Isabella.

Isabella. The name tasted like ash in my mouth. She had manipulated me. Twisted my guilt over her late husband into this monstrous act. She had played the grieving widow, the helpless mother-to-be, preying on my misplaced sense of obligation.

And I, the brilliant CEO, the master manipulator, had fallen for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

I had sacrificed everything. My wife. My child. My soul. All for a lie.

My body crumpled to the floor, my hands wrapped around my head. The rage, the grief, the self-loathing. It was a maelstrom, ripping me to shreds.

I had lost her. My Elinor. The woman who had loved me unconditionally, who had seen past my ambition to the man beneath. The woman I had sworn to protect.

And I had destroyed her.

I had destroyed everything.