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•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌"Evangeline..." Scott lightly tapped her face. "Come on, sweet cheeks, you're stronger than that" his voice was desperate, pleading. My feet were glued to the ground, my mind had stopped working. My body was in complete paralysis, and my brain stuttered. I was struggling to breathe. I just fucking saw the woman I love getting shot... twice and I didn't do anything to stop it. My mind had completely shut down when the first bullet left the barrel and connected her skin. I lost her.I lost her. I lost her. I lost my wife. I didn't want her to die, no, I don't want her to die. I have no fucking idea what I will do without her. I saw him shooting her, not once but twice and I just stood there. My hands shook as I looked down at the gun in my hand, my fingers loosened around it and it dropped to the floor with a thud. I was trembling, shaking. I have never felt this way before. I have never felt this unbearable, agonizing pain in my chest before. Someone pushed me out
•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌Today marks exactly two months since I had last seen her beautiful light brown eyes. She was here but not really here. She was alive, her heart still beats, she breathes in and out, and her wounds have healed considerably. She doesn't move, she doesn't react to my touch. She just lays on the bed, ghastly pale. She lies comatose on the bed, due to blunt force trauma to the head and excessive blood loss. The bastard had cracked her head open in three places. They had to shave her head off for the stitches. If she had been conscious, I know she would have never allowed the doctors to do anything to her hair, she loves it too much to just shave it off. I'm pretty sure she is going to have a complete meltdown when she wakes up. But her hair had grown back, they weren't too long—but the short hair looked incredibly cute on her. I wish I could tell her that. For the first month, the doctors kept her in the Intensive Care Unit but then I brought her home. Our home. The doct
•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌"It's gonna be a long fucking day," I said to her, making the perfect knot of my tie. I glanced at her every second through the mirror, I tugged at my sleeves to straighten them out. "I'll come home late..." I walked toward her to place a kiss on her head. "Don't wait up for me" She blinked at me and I smiled at her. I turned to walk out of the room but got rooted to my spot and the realization dawned on me. Did she just blink at me?! My hand stilled over the doorknob, it took a few moments for it to sink in, her eyes were open and she just fucking blinked at me. My eyebrows went up to the fucking sky and I turned running back towards the bed to her side. I swallowed as I saw her eyes wide open, she wasn't staring at me or focusing on anything, her eyes moved around before settling on the ceiling, and she blinked multiple times. Then her lips slowly parted and she let out a soft breath, a little sigh. I grinned like a fucking fool as I stared at her, it felt like
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌Nikolai has been walking on eggshells around me, it was surprising because I have never seen him act like that before. He hadn't brought up what happened the day I was shot, whenever I asked about it, he turns the conversation toward my health, and whenever I try to talk about divorce; he completely bails on me, and he runs from the scene. I sighed and looked around the bedroom, being cramped up in here was messing with my sanity. I slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and placed my foot down on the ground. With the help of the nightstand, I stood up and slowly and steadily walked to the bathroom. I had started taking a shower by myself and doing little activities by my own self. My limbs were slowly getting their strength back but eating was another story. Nikolai forced fed me most of the time, he had hired a nutritionist to prepare a special diet for me, and a physiotherapist, so, my body can get its power back and exercises that improve the blood flow to m
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌We walked into the kitchen, he picked me up by my waist and placed me over the kitchen counter as he took out ingredients to whip up breakfast for both of us. A sense of deja vu washed over me, it all reminded me of the time when I didn't even know what life had in store for me. I watched silently as he handed me a plate and leaned against the opposite counter, eating his breakfast. "Did you not like it?" he asked, with a deep frown. I shook my head and smiled. "No, it's fine" We silently ate our breakfast, no one said a single word. After we were done, he placed the plates over the sink and I jumped down the counter. "Easy..." he said in a scolding tone. He was treating me like I was made of glass like the tinniest thing was capable of hurting me. This wasn't Nikolai, my Nikolai was mean, this one was all nice and I don't think I like all-nice-Niko. I have a thing for his meaner side, the one that knows when to treat me right and when to treat me like a rag
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I have recovered, I'd say I have completely recovered but Nikolai doesn't agree with me. He still thinks that I need to be extra careful in whatever I do. He is overprotective of me, he always was, I just realized it later on. I have stopped talking to him altogether, I'm ignoring him just like he did to me. I have moved to a bedroom downstairs, we haven't been sleeping in the same bed. He hadn't touched me; I could see how much he wanted to a few times in between but he was letting me have this one. Thank god! Getting bored out of my mind, I grabbed a bikini out of my closet and decided to go for a swim. I started training again, boxing, krav maga, and martial arts to help gain my focus and muscle strength back. Swimming always helped me relax and I haven't done it in so long because Uncle Luca didn't have a pool. Nikolai told me that Uncle Luca isn't allowed to step foot in the United States, he called a few times and asked me to come back to him. I really di
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"I know things hadn't been the same between us since I came back but I promise you, no more bullshit..." I said, looking at her with hopeful eyes. "I really missed you, Angie, and you came back as a completely different person, I couldn't even recognize you" I grabbed her hand. "Hey, no, come on, it's still me, Bee. I'm right here" "Then you went into a coma and I felt so guilty and I cried because I thought I'd never be able to talk to you again and I wished I could just turn back the clock and hug you one more time—"I cut her rambling off and placed an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. I rested my head against hers and sighed. We were sitting on our living room couch. Nikolai had been sending Bianca back every time she came to meet me but luckily it was me who found her today because Nikolai wasn't at home. A maid told me he never came home last night. After an hour or so, Bianca left. We had lunch together and hung out, she had gossip about almost
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌"Is Nikolai going to be there?" I asked Bianca as I ran my hand through my wet hair, blow-drying them. Today was my twenty-first birthday. Bianca being a party animal as always decided to throw another party for me. Sometimes I think she just needs a reason for partying, nothing else. I really didn't want another party after what went down last time. Also, Nikolai still hadn't wished me. Ugh! I don't know why I keep wanting him and pushing him away at the same time, my indecisiveness was getting on my own nerves. I really don't know what I wanted. One second I want him and the next second I remember what I went through because of him and that scenario ends in a comatose. Bianca was laying on my bed, over her stomach applying nail polish over her fingernails as she blew on them. "I don't know..." I raised an eyebrow, her tone seemed way too carefree to talk about Nikolai. "What do you mean, you don't know? Aren't we going to his nightclub?" She looked at me an