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My Wife, My Blackmailer The Escape
Evelyn's POVDarkness.Then light.A flickering white glow swam above me like a dying star. The ceiling. Blurred, sterile, humming with fluorescent hums. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, every blink like dragging sandpaper across my eyes.My throat was dry. My limbs, useless, heavy. There was a soft humming in my ears, and then a sharp ache as I tried to move. Something tugged against my wrists.I looked down.Straps.Thick white restraints locked across my arms, my legs. I couldn’t move. I was bound to the bed. My skin burned beneath them. Panic began to rise, clawing up my throat like wildfire.“Help!” My voice cracked, raspy, dry, barely a whisper.I swallowed hard and screamed again.“Help me! Someone…please!”No answer.The room was too quiet. Too white. I thrashed against the restraints. My chest heaved as tears stung the corners of my eyes.“I’m not supposed to be here!” I cried out, voice shaking. “Please! Somebody help me!”Nothing.I screamed again. Again. Again.The door f
My Wife, My Blackmailer The man in the Hallway
Evelyn’s POVI didn’t know when I left Louis’s body behind. I just ran.Something inside me snapped the moment I saw that man.The hallway blurred past me, but my eyes locked on the figure ahead, the man in the doctor’s robe, calm, composed, but unmistakable. The face I’d seen in my nightmares. The face of the man who had pulled the trigger.I pointed frantically, my voice rising into a scream. “HIM! Look—LOOK AT HIM! That’s him!”Doctors, nurses, even visitors paused, turning to stare. My heart thundered in my chest, my breath coming in sharp, painful gasps. “That man, he killed my husband!”Behind me, I heard heavy footsteps. A police officer rushed forward, the same one who had asked for my statement earlier. His eyes were wide with confusion, maybe even concern, as he grabbed my arm gently but firmly.“Mrs. Evelyn, stop!” he said. “You need to calm down.”“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” I screamed, shoving him back. My finger jabbed through the air. “That’s the man! The one who shot
My Wife, My Blackmailer The death
Evelyn's POVI almost sank to the floor.The doctor’s eyes didn’t give anything away. No flicker of hope. No trace of joy. Just that tired, neutral expression that made me want to scream.“What…what happens to him?” I stammered, my voice breaking mid-sentence.The doctor looked down for a second, then met my eyes. “We did everything we could… but he’s currently unconscious. The surgery was critical, and the next 24 hours are even more critical.”His words crashed into me like cold water. My knees buckled, and I grabbed the edge of a nearby chair to keep from collapsing.Not awake.Critical.Next 24 hours.I couldn’t breathe.“Nothing must happen to him,” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else. “Please… please.”The doctor gave a slow, sympathetic nod, but there was nothing comforting in it. “We’ve done what we can,” he said gently. “The rest… the rest is up to God now.”And just like that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the center of that sterile hallway,
My Wife, My Blackmailer Bleeding hearts
Evelyn’s POVThe room was chaos, officers moving swiftly, radios crackling, the metallic scent of blood hanging heavy in the air, but all I could focus on was Louis.His head rested limply against my shoulder, his skin ice cold and drenched in sweat. The deep red stain across his pants was growing by the second, his blood seeping through my clothes and onto the floor. I kept my arms wrapped tightly around him, like I could somehow hold him together with sheer will.“Where the hell is the ambulance?” one officer barked into his radio, pacing anxiously.My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to break free from my chest. “Please…” I whispered, not to anyone in particular. “Please, God, not now. Don’t take him. Not like this.”I pressed my forehead to Louis’s, trying to steady my shaking breath. “You’re okay, Louis. You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay?”His eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t speak. His face was pale, too pale, and there was a faint blue tint on his
My Wife, My Blackmailer Shattered
Evelyn’s POV“Louis!” I screamed.The gunshot cracked through the air like lightning, and everything inside me snapped. My scream tore out of my throat so violently it left a burn behind. My chest felt like it would explode as I lunged toward the doorway, heart in my mouth, adrenaline surging so violently it blurred my vision.He turned at the last second, his eyes catching mine, wide, alarmed, full of pain.The bullet struck his leg. Louis crumpled to the ground with a strangled groan, his gun slipping from his grasp and clattering against the hardwood floor. I felt like time shattered into fragments right then. My lungs couldn’t expand. My legs wouldn't move fast enough. Everything went slow and fast all at once.“No—no—no—” I cried, stumbling toward him, but I didn’t get far.The man stepped through the smoke-filled hallway like a nightmare walking out of hell. His boots crunched over broken glass, his silhouette backlit by flickering lights. I froze. My entire body locked.It was
My Wife, My Blackmailer Break in
Evelyn’s POVHis lips met mine, soft at first, like a question. But the moment I responded, it deepened into something desperate. Raw. Like we’d both been holding our breath for months and finally exhaled.His hand cupped my cheek gently, thumb brushing beneath my eye where tears had fallen earlier. His touch was reverent. Careful. But there was hunger there too, barely restrained.I leaned into him, letting my fingers bury themselves in his hair. Warm. Familiar. My lips trembled against his, tasting salt and grief and hope. He kissed like a man on the edge, and I kissed back like a woman choosing to stay.Louis pulled back just slightly, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine.“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “And I will.”I didn’t.Instead, I lifted my hand to his jaw, tracing the rough edge with my thumb. “I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed.His eyes searched mine, as if to be sure. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs, but my answer was clear.I nodded,
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