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.”

away, he turned to me with a threatening glare.

had stayed any longer, I

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

you were worried about him? Are

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

answer in itself. It made something dark twist in my

bedside table. Picking up one

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

the skepticism from my voice. “And

blood – a clever trick, really. After all, this 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

bleeding gums?” Everything clicked into place. “If this were really serious,

pitying. “You’re right. I didn’t think you’d see

–

the way she’d snatched that medication bottle from me – everything suggested there

to dig deeper. Was/it fear holding me back? Or guilt? It was easier to convince myself that yes, she was just acting, as

did…

phone’s sudden ring cut