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My thoughts were a jumbled mess on the way to the hospital—a whirlwind of fear, anger, and dread I couldn't begin to untangle. Oliver Langley insisted on watching me walk through the hospital gates before driving off, his final words lingering in my ears: "Call me if you need anything."
Outside the emergency room, Ethan Lopez and a few of Daniel's coworkers paced like caged animals, their faces tight with worry. The second they spotted me, they swarmed, voices overlapping as they spilled the details of the accident.
That evening, Daniel and his team had gone to a construction site on the outskirts of town to verify some data. After wrapping up, they'd grabbed a late-night bite. Daniel had been in a funk—downed a drink, then stubbornly insisted on driving himself home. Then, out of nowhere, his car lurched forward, slamming into the vehicle ahead.
I pressed against the ER doors, straining for even a sliver of a glimpse inside, but they were sealed shut. No sound, no movement—just sterile, suffocating silence.
How bad was it? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and before I could stop them, hot tears streaked down my face.
I've always been a worst-case-scenario kind of person. My mind spiraled: What if he dies? What then? Sure, he was always buried in work, barely present at home—but at least he existed. Without him… what was the point?
Right now, I hated him. But that hatred was a flicker compared to the years of love I'd carried. None of it mattered anymore. I just needed him to walk out of that room alive.
An hour later, the doctor finally emerged. Daniel was lucky—no vital damage, stable condition.
I exhaled, my knees nearly buckling with relief.
After the doctor's briefing, I arranged a private recovery room. Once the paperwork was settled, I thanked Daniel's colleagues and sent them home. But just as I sank into the chair beside his bed, the door creaked open.
Ethan.
I frowned. "Why are you still here?"
He crossed to the other side of the bed, eyes flicking to Daniel before he took a seat.
Clearly, he wasn't leaving without saying his piece.
"Sis," he started, voice low, "Daniel was drinking because he was upset. You know why?"
I adjusted Daniel's blanket, keeping my head down. If Ethan had something to say, he'd say it—no need for me to pry.
He continued, "Daniel found hickeys on you. He thinks… you're seeing someone else. Claims he doesn't blame you, but—" A pause. "I could tell. It's eating him alive. And he blames himself."
My stomach dropped. Hickeys?
I hadn't even noticed. How careless.
But—seriously? Daniel, of all people, playing the wounded husband? The man who sneaked around with other men expected me to stay pure? The hypocrisy was almost laughable. Men. Even when they failed, they still demanded ownership.
I scoffed, sharper than intended. "Wow. You're really his confidant, huh? He tells you everything."
Ethan's brow furrowed. "So… it's true?"
No woman in her right mind would admit to infidelity. And I was no exception.
I rolled my eyes, forcing a dismissive laugh. "Yeah, right. Not a chance."
Outside the emergency room, Ethan Lopez and a few of Daniel's coworkers paced like caged animals, their faces tight with worry. The second they spotted me, they swarmed, voices overlapping as they spilled the details of the accident.
That evening, Daniel and his team had gone to a construction site on the outskirts of town to verify some data. After wrapping up, they'd grabbed a late-night bite. Daniel had been in a funk—downed a drink, then stubbornly insisted on driving himself home. Then, out of nowhere, his car lurched forward, slamming into the vehicle ahead.
I pressed against the ER doors, straining for even a sliver of a glimpse inside, but they were sealed shut. No sound, no movement—just sterile, suffocating silence.
How bad was it? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and before I could stop them, hot tears streaked down my face.
I've always been a worst-case-scenario kind of person. My mind spiraled: What if he dies? What then? Sure, he was always buried in work, barely present at home—but at least he existed. Without him… what was the point?
Right now, I hated him. But that hatred was a flicker compared to the years of love I'd carried. None of it mattered anymore. I just needed him to walk out of that room alive.
An hour later, the doctor finally emerged. Daniel was lucky—no vital damage, stable condition.
I exhaled, my knees nearly buckling with relief.
After the doctor's briefing, I arranged a private recovery room. Once the paperwork was settled, I thanked Daniel's colleagues and sent them home. But just as I sank into the chair beside his bed, the door creaked open.
Ethan.
I frowned. "Why are you still here?"
He crossed to the other side of the bed, eyes flicking to Daniel before he took a seat.
Clearly, he wasn't leaving without saying his piece.
"Sis," he started, voice low, "Daniel was drinking because he was upset. You know why?"
I adjusted Daniel's blanket, keeping my head down. If Ethan had something to say, he'd say it—no need for me to pry.
He continued, "Daniel found hickeys on you. He thinks… you're seeing someone else. Claims he doesn't blame you, but—" A pause. "I could tell. It's eating him alive. And he blames himself."
My stomach dropped. Hickeys?
I hadn't even noticed. How careless.
But—seriously? Daniel, of all people, playing the wounded husband? The man who sneaked around with other men expected me to stay pure? The hypocrisy was almost laughable. Men. Even when they failed, they still demanded ownership.
I scoffed, sharper than intended. "Wow. You're really his confidant, huh? He tells you everything."
Ethan's brow furrowed. "So… it's true?"
No woman in her right mind would admit to infidelity. And I was no exception.
I rolled my eyes, forcing a dismissive laugh. "Yeah, right. Not a chance."
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