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The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 47
RICHARDSON'S POVThe first thing I became aware of was the smell. Hospitals had a specific scent that always made me want to throw up. When my eyes fluttered open, my head felt heavy, as if thoughts were swimming through mud inside my skull. My throat burned, my body ached, and reality came in fragments instead of whole pictures.Voices echoed far away, muffled like underwater murmurs. A beeping machine tracked my pulse.Alive.My chest stung the moment I tried to inhale fully, and a groan escaped my lips. That sound alone felt like effort. I blinked again, waiting for my surroundings to make sense.White ceiling. Dim lights. Tubes taped against my skin. A bandage around my torso, strapped tight.Hospital.I wasn’t dead.And the very next second, her name slipped past my lips without permission.“Abigail…”It came out rough, broken, like gravel.The nurse attending to me froze. She had been checking something on the monitor beside my bed, but the moment she heard that whisper, she tur
The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 46
ABIGAIL'S POVThe world felt different after the heart monitor calmed down.The nurses had worked quickly, rushing in like a wave of white uniforms and professional panic. Medication lines were checked, wires were adjusted, numbers smoothed out, and then, just as suddenly as chaos had erupted, the room returned to quiet order, except now I couldn’t unhear the sound of the beeping spike.I stood outside his room again, forehead pressed weakly to the glass, watching Richardson breathe beneath the web of intravenous lines and machines. His chest still rose and fell in that slow, steady rhythm doctors called “good progress,” but to me it looked fragile, like any moment his body would decide it had given enough.And I still hadn’t forgiven myself.The hallway was dark, late afternoon shadows stretching across the floors. My phone buzzed in my hand. When I looked down and saw Alexander’s name, my heart stumbled into a sprint.I answered immediately.“Alexander?”His voice came rough, breath
The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 45
ABIGAIL'S POV The hospital hallway was so quiet or maybe it was all in my head.Minutes here stretched into years, tightening around my ribs until every breath rattled like broken glass. I sat on one of the hard plastic chairs, knees drawn up, my hands clenched together so tightly my nails dug crescent moons into my palms. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, cold and steady, while the scent of antiseptic clung to my clothes. It felt like everything around me was too clean, too bright, too calm and inside me there was nothing but chaos and blood and memories still ringing with gunfire.Richardson was somewhere behind those double doors. Alive, they said. Fighting a bullet wound because he shielded me with his own body.And now, because of a stupid little clause he added to the contract, if he died, the annulment meant nothing. I would be his widow, and the cage would lock shut around me forever.I bent forward and pressed my forehead to my knees. A sob slipped through my lips even
The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 44
RICHARDSON'S POVI knew something was wrong the moment Abigail stopped breathing.It wasn’t dramatic. She didn’t gasp or scream. She simply froze beside the window, her body going rigid in a way that made the air in the room turn sharp. I was halfway through shrugging on my jacket when the silence hit me.“Abigail?” I said quietly.She didn’t answer even though she was so close to me.Her eyes were locked on something outside, pupils blown wide, all the color draining from her face. I crossed the room in two long strides and followed her gaze through the thin curtains.The cars sat just beyond the inn’s weak lights.Black. Low. Tinted.My jaw tightened instantly.“Joselyn,” I muttered under my breath.There was no doubt. Not with those plates. Not with the way they were positioned or angled outward, ready for pursuit. I had memorized her family’s habits long before she ever became a problem I couldn’t erase quietly. Abigail turned to me, fear finally cracking through her composure. “
The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 43
ABIGAIL'S POVThe road trip was the therapy I didn't know I needed before now. It brought so much relief to my heart.I leaned my head back against the seat, watching the sky stretch endlessly above us, bluer than it ever looked through the windows of Richardson’s estate. The city had faded miles ago, replaced by open land, scattered trees, and fields that rolled lazily into the horizon. Wind rushed through the slightly open window, tangling my hair, brushing my face.Richardson had the music turned up, old songs, ones I didn’t recognize at first until the choruses kicked in and muscle memory took over. His hand rested casually on the steering wheel, relaxed in a way I rarely saw. No suit. No phone glued to his ear. Just him, in a dark T-shirt and jeans, humming badly under his breath.“You know this one?” he asked suddenly, glancing at me.I smiled despite myself. “Unfortunately.”“Good.” He turned the volume higher. “Sing with me.”I scoffed. “Absolutely not.”“Oh, come on,” he said
The CEO'S Dead Wife: A Marriage Made In Hell! Chapter 42
RICHARDSON'S POV I had not planned to care about her for a damn second.That was the truth I kept circling back to, no matter how many times I tried to lie to myself. The marriage had been designed as a structure that favors just me. Abigail was meant to be a solution to a problem, not a complication of the heart. And yet, somewhere between the arguments, the silences, the nights she pretended to sleep while I watched the rise and fall of her chest, something had shifted.I saw her differently now. It disturbed me how easily that realization settled in my bones. She no longer felt like an obligation. She felt… necessary.I noticed it in the smallest things. In the way my eyes followed her without conscious effort. In how the sound of her voice grounded me when everything else felt like it was slipping out of my control. In how the thought of losing her tightened something sharp and ugly in my chest.I had grown emotionally invested without ever signing up for it. And that terrified m
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