When I Stopped Waiting For You Novel by Isabelle Hart _ Novel



When I Stopped Waiting For You Novel by Isabelle Hart _ Novel

When I Stopped Waiting For You Chapter 01

Winter, 2025.
A month after the shocking charity gala fire, Georgina Moreno went alone to the hospital for her post-D&C follow-up, her face hidden behind sunglasses and a mask.
Ever since that accident, every maid at the hillside estate had noticed the change in her.
In the mornings, she no longer personally ironed her husband Reginald Hamilton's crisp dress uniform and hung it on the coat rack where he would spot it at first glance.
At noon, she no longer had her assistant clear her afternoon schedule so she could spend hours making a pot of lemonade, insisting on delivering it to him herself—even when she was stopped at the base entrance.
In the evenings, she no longer curled up on the sofa, scrolling through scripts while watching the security feed of the front gate, waiting for him to come home.
She stopped filling him in on showbiz gossip and eagerly taking his calloused hands to try out new samples of hand cream.
Even when a post-surgery infection sent her back to the hospital with a high fever, and the nurse asked for a family member to sign the consent forms, she replied flatly, "He's on duty. Not available," and signed the paperwork herself with the hand that still bore an IV port.
She spent a quiet week in the VIP ward without messaging Reginald even once.
On the day she was discharged, Reginald finally got word and hurried over from the base.
He hadn't changed out of his combat gear. Dust and smoke clung to him, only sharpening his chiseled features, though exhaustion was clearly etched across his face.
"Why didn't you have your agent tell me you were sick?"
His brows drew together, his tone carrying its usual sternness mixed with faint reproach. He moved to the bedside, squatted down, and reached for the flats near her feet.
Georgina's foot shifted back instinctively, avoiding his warm palm.
Reginald's hand froze in midair. He looked up, meeting her unnervingly calm and distant eyes behind the sunglasses.
"It was nothing serious. You have enough going on with the team. I didn't want to distract you."
Her voice was quiet, polished with the practiced detachment of a public figure. She then put on her shoes, stood, picked up her expensive Hermès bag, and walked out.
Reginald stared after her slender yet strangely aloof figure, a vague irritation rising in his chest.
Georgina seemed... different.
Before, even the smallest scratch would have her holding her hand out to him, seeking his attention and comfort.
Reginald followed her out. He watched as she walked to the elevator alone, declined an orderly's help, and waited by the hospital entrance for her car.
He stood just a step behind her, but she didn't turn to complain about the smell of antiseptic. She didn't even cling to him and remind him to wear his vest on missions.
A sudden, unfamiliar frustration surged through him. He stepped forward and caught her slender wrist. "Is this about the gala?" he asked, his voice low. "That I didn't get to you first? Or is it about the baby..."
"No," Georgina interrupted him. She withdrew her hand slowly and smoothed her sleeve where he'd gripped her. Her tone was even, almost cold. "Reginald, it's over. I don't want to talk about it."
His hand was empty again. Impatient, he moved to block her path. "Georgina, then why..."

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