Alle Kapitel von Too Late to Regret, The Substitute Wife Left: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 107

Julia’s POVMy heart dropped as Charlotte barged into the room. The look on her face made my blood turn cold. She knew that Andrew had lied to her about the code to the safe, and she was clearly on the brink of coming undone.Somehow, I’d managed to loosen the ropes on Andrew’s hands, but I wasn’t sure what good that would do. The men in black were trained criminals. Andrew couldn’t take them on. I wasn’t even sure Andrew knew how to throw a punch, much less attack two hardened criminals.Plus they had weapons and we didn’t. Knowing the cards were stacked against us, my heart hammered in my chest. What were we going to do? Where were the police? Were they close? It felt like we were in an impossible situation.We desperately needed the police to arrive. Andrew had done everything he could to stall Charlotte, but we were out of time. She’d figured it out and now she was furious. I could feel her fury radiating off her in waves.With wild eyes, Charlotte glanced at Andrew, the gun still

Julia’s POVFive days later“All right, cowboy,” I said, entering Andrew’s room. “I have homemade lasagna, or spaghetti and meatballs. Pick your poison.”Andrew smiled at me from the hospital bed. He changed his position, struggling to sit up.“Don’t move,” I chastised him. “Remember what the doctor said? You need to rest. And that means no sitting up.”Walking over to his bed, I punched the button that lifted his seat to a sitting position. I was happy to see that a bit of color had returned to his cheeks.He was looking better than he had yesterday, but he was still a far cry from his old self.His heart had stopped the day after his surgery, so they’d taken him back in. Officially, he’d died. That’s what the doctor told me. But he was a fighter, and they managed to resuscitate him.It was a miracle, and overcome with emotion, I’d literally collapsed onto my knees right there, in the hospital hallway.Andrew was now officially stabilized, and out of the woods, so to speak. But he st

Andrew’s POVAfter lunch, a nurse came by and asked if Oliver wanted to watch a movie with some of the children from the children’s ward downstairs. Apparently it was something the hospital did for kids every Sunday.Oliver nodded excitedly, then he took off with his hand in the nurse’s.The moment he was gone, I turned to Julia.“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I should have let Oliver come sooner. I was being prideful and stupid.”“It’s okay,” she said, gathering up the lunch mess we’d made. “I understand.”Reaching her wrist with my good arm, I stopped her.“That’s the thing, Julia. You always understand. You’ve always been so supportive. Listen, I’ve had a lot of time to think here in the hospital. There are things I need to say to you. I wanted to say them that night at the gala, but then, well, the night went sort of sideways.”Julia rolled her eyes and chuckled. “That’s an understatement,” she said. But she put down the plastic bag and perched on the side of the bed.Looking into her e