His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 50

Healing is a slow process. Even slower when you are confined to a hospital bed for days at a time, cannot talk, and have a husband who scares away everyone with his terrifying stares and glares.

Even a week later, I couldn’t talk more than a low decibel whisper here and there.

My Grandpa didn’t know about me. I don’t know how they convinced him that I left without saying bye to him, but they did. I couldn’t talk on call still because of the no voice situation, so I texted him every day, making excuses for not calling. It felt terrible, but still better than the alternative of telling him the truth. My phone- the one I had dropped when I was taken- was still gone. This was a new one that Gabriel got for me.

Sam came in the day after I woke up to meet me. Gabriel sat by my side, glaring at him for the entire time that he was here. The poor guy couldn’t say anything more than ‘you gave us a scare and I’m glad you’re okay’ under my husband’s killer stare, and he left in under five minutes. I shouldn’t laugh, but I did.

Gabriel didn’t leave my side. Not for a day, not for more than a few minutes at a time to go to the bathroom and shower, and even then, he made sure there was someone he trusts by my side- Anna, Zach or Alice.

I highly doubt he trusted Alice, but she was the only one who talked to me for hours and actually had my attention, so whatever. He compromises.

I don’t know when he slept, if he slept at all. He was awake when went to sleep (which was a lot because of the pain killers) and he was always awake when I woke up, no matter what the time.

He worked from here. He took work calls from here. He held meetings from here. I kept motioning to him that he didn’t have to in hand actions but he pretended to not understand me when I knew he got what I was saying perfectly well.

He never left.

“Brother?” I whisper-ask, a little surprised when Gabriel told me where he was the past few days.

He nods, feeding me another bite of the hospital porridge, which was bland and terrible. But at least I get to eat Jell-O after that. “He left when we were barely adults. I tried anchoring him to a different path, but he had his sight set on vengeance,” Phe adds.

brother clearly in his eyes, but I

he

once, especially since he clearly means so

“Where?”

leave for home because he remembered

I often just muttered a few words of the whole

furrows his

“Saving?”

you. I get all the thanks,” He deadpanned, “Not

as kissed me since I woke up, and I was starting to overthink

Nonetheless, I roll my eyes, not

shrugged. “He’s

Chapter 50

shake my head, holding hack a smile. This man was

you ready to go home?” He asks despite knowing

head, a smile spreading on

to see the smile that spreads every

questions. How did he find me? What happened to the men

want?

out. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for those answers either, because asking these questions would

face when the doctor came in and asked me if I had been sexually assaulted, and I shook