Mr. Harrison, Wake Up—Your Wife's Gone novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Dr. Rogers considered calling Amelia’s emergency contact–Nathan–but decided against it for now.

“Starting medication is smart,” Serena said. “But I still want to see you weekly for talk therapy.”

Amelia nodded. Made sense.[]

“Want to try some guided visualization today?” Serena suggested.]

Hypnotherapy. Amelia hesitated, then shrugged. “Sure, why not.“]

She followed Serena to the leather recliner and closed her eyes.]

The darkness was messy, chaotic. When awareness kicked back in, she was standing under gray skies, and she immediately knew exactly where she was.

Harsh hospital lighting. Dead silence that made her skin crawl. Her father’s body on a metal table, covered by a white sheet–the day she’d had to identify him when she was seventeen. Mom was losing her shit beside her, but Amelia could only stare at Dad’s face, pale and broken from the fall.]

He’d jumped from the Visconti Industries building, leaving behind his teenage daughter, his devastated wife, and the smoking wreckage of everything they’d built.[]

The scene shifted. Now she was outside the company headquarters, staring at concrete splattered with her father’s blood and brain matter. Red and gray chunks scattered across the sidewalk.

She stood frozen, looking at her dad’s lifeless eyes. Around her, voices screamed and argued–Mom’s wails mixing with the disgusting sounds of vultures tearing apart what was left of their family business. Everyone wanted their piece of the corpse.

She couldn’t fight them. Someone shoved her down into the pool of blood while wolves circled, ready to devour whatever scraps remained.[]

Then expensive Italian leather shoes appeared in her peripheral vision.[]

“Amelia. The Harrisons have your back.” Young but already commanding.

She looked up to see seventeen–year–old Nathan in his perfectly pressed Exetekuniform, those dark eyes steady and hypnotic in a way that made everything else fade to background noise.

“You need anything, you call me.“[]

One gesture from him and his people moved like Navy SEALs. Lawyers, accountants, security–all handling the chaos with military precision.[]

He stood between her and the wolves, then crouched down and pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief to wipe her father’s blood from her cheeks, along with her tears.

“Come with me.” He held out his hand.[]

She took it. His palm was warm, steady, safe.[]

A tear slipped down twenty–five–year–old Amelia’s face as she slowly opened her eyes.[]

After that, Nathan had been her fucking savior. He’d gotten her and Mom out of the nightmare, used the Harrison name to make all the legal problems disappear

Even after losing everything–the money, the status, the life she’d known–at least they were alive.[]

Of course she’d fallen for him. How could she not?

But real letting go? That happened in a heartbeat Amelia closed her eyes, wincing as pain shot from her chest down to her fingertips.

Serena watched the whole thing and sighed. “You haven’t actually let him go, have you?“]

Chapter 11

Amelia didn’t answer right away. She sat up slowly and wiped her face.[]

“I have.”

When she opened her eyes again, they were completely calm.]

The past was the past. Her father’s death was her mystery to solve.

Nathan was in love with Vivian. He’d destroyed her heart. No point clinging to dead dreams–just like Mom had eventually moved on and remarried, everyone had to find their own path forward.[]

She’d made her choice. She was done with him.]

Serena nodded, still looking concerned. This wasn’t Mount Sinai–it was an exclusive psychiatric facility for ultra–high–net–worth clients who needed total privacy and five–star treatment. Medical records stayed in–house, completely separate from the regular healthcare system. That’s why Amelia had picked this place–she didn’t want anyone knowing she was in therapy.

Not even Harper.]]

After wrapping up the session, Serena handed over Amelia’s prescription. Back in her car, Amelia stared at the bottle of little white pills.[]

Instructions right there on the label. Water bottle in her cup holder–she could pop the first one right now.[]

But she hesitated, glancing at her still–flat stomach. Better wait until after the procedure. What’s a few more days?]

She tucked the pills into her purse just as her phone went absolutely insane with notifications. All ‘Voice of Heaven‘ related–but mostly about Vivian.]]

Trending with fire emojis:

#VivianJoinsVoiceOfHeaven]

#VivianOriginalSong

#VivianTalent

The alerts linked to Vivian’s latest Instagram post–a video that already had half a million views. She looked like a gorgeous ghost, all pale skin and brave smiles.

“So yeah, the ‘Voice of Heaven‘ producers reached out, and the concept seemed really cool, so I decided to go for it!”

“I’ll be a special guest judge for the whole season. First live show is this weekend–hope you guys watch!“]

“Obviously since it’s a singing competition, I wrote my own song. From scratch.“]

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