The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 163

Chapter 163: Risking it all.

The call ended, and Gina rose to her feet feeling steadier than she had in weeks. Her lover - her partner in this grand endeavor had experience handling these sorts of delicate situations. She needed to have faith that his meticulous planning would ensure they emerged

victorious with Martin's estate and assets finally within their grasp.

Allowing one last glance towards Martin's comatose form, Gina felt her lips curl into a small, vindicated smile. Her husband's progress towards awakening was an obstacle, to be sure. But her lover would find a way to transform it into a conveniently timed solution instead. After all, a dead man couldn't lay claim to anything in the end. Not when there were professionals ensuring he never regained consciousness to begin with.

With a slight toss of her hair, Gina strode from the hospital room. She had avoided law enforcement's suspicions for now....and soon her problems would be permanently put to rest alongside her traitorous husband, clearing her path to lucrative freedom forever. The moment Gina's footsteps faded away down the corridor, Martin Jones's eyes flashed open. He drew a slow, deep breath - the first voluntary inhalation he'd taken in weeks. During his time trapped in the endless void of his coma, he had been aware of everything going on around him. He could hear the hushed voices of nurses and doctors tending to his body, the steady rhythm of the machines monitoring his vital signs. Yet no matter how he struggled, he found himself utterly unable to move or speak or open his eyes to reconnect with the waking

world.

Until today. Gina's frantic, muffled words as she had paced beside his bedside had filtered. through his state of suspended consciousness with chilling clarity. She was planning to have

him killed to get her hands on his estate and from the sound of her phone conversation, she?

already had an accomplice lined up to handle the grisly task.

once Gina had fled the room. Each individual muscle felt like lead after so much

second. Laboriously, he reached out with a trembling hand and mashed the call button beside his bed, silently begging for someone - anyone to

clack of shoes against tile approaching at a rapid clip. Two nurses hurried into view, their eyes widening almost comically at the sight of him blinking up at them in

they rushed to his bedside, hands already moving in a flurry of activity

- Martin felt his chest seize with fear once more. If Gina caught wind of his emergence from the

more than a harsh rasp after so many weeks of disuse. The nurse

lending him strength. "Gina... she's the one who did this to

in closer. "Mr. Jones, are you saying your wife had a

heard her...on the phone just now. Planning to have me killed before 1

protracted moment, the younger nurse seemed to shake herself from her stupor and straightened up. "Bridget, call security and have them send someone to watch over Mr. Jones's room immediately, just in case," she instructed her co-worker in a tone that brokered no "I'll

here right away so he can make an

H

argument.

Bridget hurried off to make the calls, the remaining nurse turned

make sure you're protected until the authorities can get to the bottom of this. Whatever your wife may have done, she won't be able to make another attempt on your life while you're under our care." Martin felt his eyes burn with unshed tears of relief, all the terror and pent-up anguish of his entrapment finally overwhelming him. "Thank you," he rasped out hoarsely. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to finally break free of this nightmare... True to her word, it wasn't long before a pair of stern-faced police officers arrived striding into Martin's room, their eyes roving about in a silent assessment of potential threats. After assuring there was no immediate danger, they approached his bedside and one of them removed a small notepad from

Carr, and this is my partner, Detective Ruiz," the taller of the

recall about the events that led up

every