The Accidental Wife by Sara Islam

Chapter 193

A wave of unease moves in my stomach, forcing me to open my eyes. I look towards the window and find a not–so–bright beam of sunlight penetrating the curtains. Something doesn’t feel right at all. My body is heavy, and every movement increases the pain I’m already feeling.

A sharp churn twists my stomach and suddenly, my breath gets caught in my throat. An unwanted taste of nausea finds its way up my throat, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that I don’t have time to waste.

I throw the covers and jump out of bed, almost falling. My legs are barely carrying me, and I hardly make it to the bathroom without falling. My chest tightens and a shooting pain makes me clutch my stomach tightly.

Thankfully, I succeed in preventing myself from vomiting before I reach the toilet, but the moment I do, I bend over, and vomit starts to come out of my mouth rapidly. I was all right last night, so I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Just when I think that I’m done vomiting, I bend over again and empty my stomach for the second time.

My throat is burning, and tears are falling from my eyes. I hate this feeling of discomfort that has conquered my body, and I wonder when it’s going to stop.

“Rosie, what’s going on?” I hear Silas’s voice. Has he heard me all the way from his bedroom? Have I been in the bathroom for so long

I motion for him to stay away without looking at him, not wanting him to see me in that state.

“Stay away. I’m puking my guts out,” I mutter before whatever is left in my stomach hurls out of my mouth. It seems like Silas decides to ignore what I told him because I feel his hand on my back as he pulls my hair away from my face.

I don’t know for how long I keep pulling, but when I feel like nothing is left in my stomach, I rest my back against the wall and close my eyes, feeling completely drained, When I try to open them, everything dances in front of them, which makes me close them again.

“Rosie, you look very pale. Maybe I should take you to the hospital.” I can’t see Silas’s face, but his voice is laced with concern. “What are you exactly feeling?”

“Like a train has run over my body,” I murmur. I feel him move from beside me, making me wonder where he plans on going.

I hear the water running and force myself to open my eyes. He is standing in front of the sink. He turns off the running water then kneels in front of me. He touches my forehead with the back of his hand and gasps.

“Shit! You’re burning up,” he mutters, then starts to move the wet towel over my face. But why am I feeling so cold if I’m burning up? I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of Silas, but he seems to be blurry in front of me. “Okay, I won’t wait until you get worse,” he whispers, and I feel him hauling me up.

my voice already groggy. I’m not going

helps me brush them before he takes me to the closet. He wraps a jacket around my body and

the hospital,” Silas tells our driver before he gets me inside the car first, then he gets inside right after me. During the whole way, Silas has his arm around me. My arms are around my stomach, clutching

much,” I whimper, raising

and he gently starts rubbing my stomach. “Have you eaten anything other than what we

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than mine. I’m glad that he’s okay, though. He’s going to join the team in

him. The pain is getting worse and I’m unable to push myself to stay awake. The last thing I remember seeing before losing consciousness is seeing

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my eyes, and I find Silas lying down on a small dark green leather couch that looks very uncomfortable, especially due to his

is raspy, yet my husband manages to wake up almost instantly, and in the blink of

cupcake. You’re awake,” he says, moving his hand over the top of

Was it a bug?”

My eyes widen upon hearing that. Poisoned? Who would poison me? “They found traces of poison in your

eat anything other than what you ate yesterday, and we cooked together, right?” I frown, trying to sit

a few days ago,” he explains, helping me sit up. “It’s the type of poison that its

here?” I have a lot

answer.

you can leave tomorrow morning,” he replies, and I nod. “I’m going to get the

the messages I have been getting lately. I have to tell him before it’s too late. I’m not sure who might want to hurt me like

check–up on me. After confirming that I’m

where. You might have taken it two

the event we attended together and once at the fashion house. Maybe we should check with the organizers of the event, and I can ask Mum to see if somebody else got sick,” I suggest, and he nods in agreement. Speaking of Mum, I don’t know if she is aware of what happened