All Chapters of My OB-GYN My Undoing : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The next morning, I went back to Mariel’s apartment after leaving Alaric’s place. When he texted that he needed me, I went.I promised myself I wouldn’t betray him. We would fight this together, I would stand by his side.After a few words of reassurance and a tight hug, he seemed steadier.The following day, I decided to give him space to think through everything. And now I’m back at Mariel’s again.By the time I opened my phone, the headlines were everywhere, across every news app and tabloid: St. Lucia Hospital Data Breach – Insider Trading Allegations Rock Stone Family Empire. I scrolled through them on Mariel’s couch, my coffee going cold in my hands, heart racing as the story unfolds piece by piece.An anonymous whistleblower had dumped the breach logs to the press. Maybe it was Alaric. Maybe Niko. I didn’t know anymore. Had leaked the breach logs to the press.Elias’s hacks weren’t just personal vendettas; they’d included sensitive patient data tied to hospital investments.

The SUV moved through the night as Alaric’s SUV drove up the narrow mountain road.The headlight of his car was shining through the night. We had left the city at dusk, no calls. Mariel would be wondering where I was, I thought.We just packed what we could carry and disappeared.Alaric had disabled the GPS, and then he switched the car’s plate number.He paid with cash for gas at the gas station.His every move was careful like he had sat himself down and thought about it.“They won’t find us here,” he said with his hand on my thigh. He squeezed my thigh a little.But Elias’s last message looped in my mind and kept on replaying : You can run, but I always catch up.I shifted in my seat and looked at the rearview mirror again, even though the road behind us was empty. The property appeared through the fog like something that has already been abandoned.Merely looking at it, I can figure it's been years since someone came here.A secluded cabin deep into the Catskills on Alaric’s old

We got to the ER, it was a small rural hospital. It was cozy with few rooms.It took an hour to get there from the cabin.They checked me over first. I had a cracked jaw. Of course I thought.And my head was paining me like it wanted to fall out.“You’re staying overnight,” the nurse said gently, like I might argue. I didn’t even have the energy to.Alaric needed eighteen stitches along his side. He was given a tetanus shot. His knuckles were swollen and split open. And they ordered him to rest, which he did without arguing.They put us in separate beds with a curtain between us, but close enough that we could reach through the gap. Our fingers stayed linked most of the night. Every time I woke up, I checked that he was still there.“I love you,” he said quietly sometime in the dark.“I love you too.”“We’ll rebuild,” he whispered.By dawn, we were discharged. The sky was pale and a little bright like nothing terrible had happened the night ago.He wanted me to come back to his pla