Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… The words felt hollow even as they left my mouth. “I never intended…

It’s fine, she said softly. “Just an accident. I know that no matter how much you hate me, you’d never intentionally hurt me,

The candid look in her eyes made my chest tighten inexplicably.

I sighed, helping the nurse wheel her bed out of the emergency room.

Audrey, how are you feeling?” James rushed forward the moment we emerged, his face full of concern.

“It’s my fault,” he continued, shooting me an angry look. ‘I shouldn’t have gotten you involved in all this…”

“What are you doing?” I frowned, seeing his movements. “It was an accident. Stop trying to cause trouble.”

“Accident?” James stood his ground. His voice rose with barely contained fury. “It was fucking deliberate! You just love bullying her, just like your family!”

I felt my hands clench at my sides, jaw tightening at his presumption. Who was he to judge my family? To stand there playing protector to my wife?

James. Audrey’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Please stop. Get checked out and go home.”

James hesitated for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh. “Fine, Audrey, I’m leaving now. Take care of yourself. Call me if you need anything.”

glare. “If you hurt her again,

he had stayed any longer, I might

wearily. “I knew it, and that’s why I asked him

“So you were worried about him?

her eyes closed, offering no response to my question, which felt

in itself. It made something dark twist

collection of medications lined up on her bedside table. Picking up one of

hand and replacing it. “An old condition that’s been

the skepticism from my voice. “And I suppose you just happen

was the same woman who had single–handedly managed my care when I was in a coma. I remembered her strength then, carrying my much larger frame to the bathroom, her constant chatter filling the silence of my unresponsive state. She

you coughed up – is it from your bleeding gums?” Everything clicked into place. “If this were really serious, like gastric cancer, you wouldn’t

gave me was strange almost pitying. “You’re right. I didn’t think you’d

–

suspicions, but I felt no relief. Her pale face, her trembling hands, the way she’d snatched that medication bottle from me – everything suggested there

I couldn’t bring myself to dig deeper. Was/it fear holding me back? Or guilt? It was easier to convince myself that yes,

did…

sudden ring cut through