His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 129

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My life for the neet twenty four houre was a mix of medical terms, some Fundsistint and affistet didit

Blunt trauma in this hows hack

Puncture wound to the night arm

Laceration on her forehead Stitches needed!

Suspected on fracture?

65W to his right abdomen!

She’s hypertensive and bradycardia: Hypovolasmia and suspected hasmerthaging

Twenty-four hours of standing outside an ICU ream and watching doctors work on my wife, watching her struggling to live. Twenty-four hours of Uncle Damien giving up his duty as the head of the Brates to stay by my side because i refused to talk snap out of the daret was in

I was always observant Always noticing. Always two steps ahead. Remember? But I wasn’t. I was a man whose wife was struggling to live. I was a man who knew his wife found his world dangerous and dragged her to be a part

Twenty two hours of ICU, twenty-four hours of a medically induced COMA and then sfe hours of rest later my wife finally opened her eyes.

it took her two minutes and twenty seconds of pain and gasping before she could finally regain consciousness, she looked around with a pained expression, her gaze fressing when she saw me hovering over her from the side.

I knew I should speak, reassure she was okay, but the pain in my threat stopped me from.

“Al Alex” She barely mouthed, tears rimming in her eyes.

Finhale deep for her sake, rubbing my thumb softly over the free side of her forehead. “Hi” I whispered.

She just stared at me, as if she wanted to say so much but no words came out. She cried and cried, and let her t wanted to hold her, but I couldn’t so caressed her forehead, held her hand and let her break till the dector came in and said she needed to seamins my wife and I needed to get out

I could have pointed a gun to her forehead for suggesting that, but I just leave instead after stationing Lana at her bedside, partly because i wasn’t in the mental state to console her white seeing her condition

to do

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Chapter 129

coffee while Lana texts me updates every minute,

and she was talking about something to the doctor, her eyes red and sunken, and

to no-one in

the doctor looks at me with no hesitation about standing there. “Out,” I hiss at her, “Orl swear I will put you in the next bed

and I walk to

closer, the

knuckles freeze midair, the one that were about to

knew I looked as taken aback as

me, Alex.” She repeats, her voice

“What?”

head, those tears filling in them again. Tears I hated. Tears

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bed, just a feet away from her, careful not to

anyone?” I couldn’t bring myself to

they do

tears fall. Tears I swore I will kill Xander for. The tears I swore will never find their way into

Alex?” She sobs. “You

“Baby,” I breathed. “What?”

more, and then sniffs. It takes every ounce of restraint to not wipe those tears from her face. “You never ask, Alex. You only take. That’s the only thing you

“Mia…”

my name.” She breaks down. “I told you this world scared me. I told you I didn’t want to marry you. You forced me, Alex. You

I stop

like a little child, “And- And you told me I didn’t need to be scared of it because

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