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.

left? Lucy held up her phone. “Someone caught this

kneeling in the snow on the cathedral steps. Snow piling on his Brunello

love makes a man kneel in

way that man loves you? It’s what we all

turned toward the window.

else. I let my eyes close.

was the polished CEO – this was a

me like he was in a dream,

Baby, you’re

cracked,

watched him, silent,

“We’ll get through this, angel. Everything will heal. I’m not

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meant

I was still bedridden. Nathan took over everything.

to my lips. Helping the nurses bathe me. Managing my medication schedule like it was a Fortune 500

Holding

merger.

night, he’d hold me like I might shatter, his whispers soft

should have protected you better. No more late

head outside that ICU… No, I can’t tell you. You’re too tenderhearted – it

Emma. Promise you’ll

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