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When The Clock Ticks (series 2)
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- 001Chapter 1
- 002Chapter 2
- 003Chapter 3
- 004Chapter 4
- 005Chapter 5
- 006Chapter 6
- 007Chapter 7
- 008Chapter 8
- 009Chapter 9
- 010Chapter 10
- 011Chapter 11
- 012Chapter 12
- 013Chapter 13
- 014Chapter 14
- 015Chapter 15
- 016Chapter 16
- 017Chapter 17
- 018Chapter 18
- 019Chapter 19
- 020Chapter 20
- 021Chapter 21
- 022Chapter 22
- 023Chapter 23
- 024Chapter 24
- 025Chapter 25
- 026Chapter 26
- 027Chapter 27
- 028Chapter 28
- 029Chapter 29
- 030Chapter 30
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Pamela's heart shattered as Louis's words cut through her like ice. "Who is this crazy lousy woman?" His voice echoed in her mind, stealing her breath and dimming her smile. The man lying before her—the one she'd crossed oceans for—didn't recognize her at all.
Louis Hayden had forgotten. Or worse, he refused to remember.
She whispered his name, reaching toward him as he ripped the IV from his arm with brutal force. His mother Leah rushed to hold him back, but his gaze remained fixed on Pamela, burning with contempt.
"Let go, Mom. I won't tolerate filthy low-life scum in my presence. Remove this stinking woman from my sight," he spat.
In that devastating instant, Pamela understood the truth: this battle was beyond her control, beyond her comprehension. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the stranger before her—a man consumed by disdain and hatred, the same venomous look he'd given her when he emerged from his coma, when he'd dragged her to the hospital demanding she end their child.
This wasn't the Louis who'd made passionate love to her through endless nights, who'd whispered eternal devotion against her skin. This was someone transformed entirely—someone who'd become her greatest enemy.
Louis Hayden had forgotten. Or worse, he refused to remember.
She whispered his name, reaching toward him as he ripped the IV from his arm with brutal force. His mother Leah rushed to hold him back, but his gaze remained fixed on Pamela, burning with contempt.
"Let go, Mom. I won't tolerate filthy low-life scum in my presence. Remove this stinking woman from my sight," he spat.
In that devastating instant, Pamela understood the truth: this battle was beyond her control, beyond her comprehension. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the stranger before her—a man consumed by disdain and hatred, the same venomous look he'd given her when he emerged from his coma, when he'd dragged her to the hospital demanding she end their child.
This wasn't the Louis who'd made passionate love to her through endless nights, who'd whispered eternal devotion against her skin. This was someone transformed entirely—someone who'd become her greatest enemy.