Chapter 8

I came to in a private suite at NewYork–Presbyterian.

Lucy’s scream could’ve woken the whole floor before she practically dove at me, sobbing.

“Oh my God. Emma! You’re back!”

“You’ve been out for eighteen days do you have any idea how scared we were?”

“Nathan was literally dying without you!”

“Nathan…” His name came out as barely a whisper.

“He’s here, sweetie. The doctors finally made him get some sleep. God, Emma, you have no idea what this has done

to him.”

While a team of specialists checked my vitals, Lucy filled me in:

Three days in intensive care. Nathan hadn’t left the hospital for those three days. No food. No sleep. Just… waiting.

When they finally moved me out of the ICU, he just collapsed. Right there in the hallway, like his strings had been

CUL

For the next two weeks, he barely left my side, this ghost of Manhattan’s most powerful CEO.

time he left? Lucy held up her phone.

Nathan kneeling in the snow on the cathedral steps. Snow piling on his Brunello coat as he knelt there, still as a statue,

love makes a

voice caught. “God, Emma. The way that man loves you?

toward

Like everything else. I let my

– this was a man undone. His usually sharp eyes were hollow, his bespoke suit

a dream, fingers trembling as

Baby, you’re

cracked, eyes

watched him,

knees beside the bed. “We’ll get through this, angel. Everything will heal. I’m

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he meant it.

though I was conscious, I was still bedridden.

nurses bathe me. Managing my medication schedule like it was a Fortune

Holding

merger.

I might shatter, his whispers

you better. No more late meetings. I’ll come

went through my head outside that ICU… No, I can’t tell you. You’re too

me something, Emma. Promise you’ll never leave

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