Goodbye Icu Husband—hello New Life Novels & Stories

another confirmed, checking his wrist. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The room was silent except for the beeping of the monitor, the most beautiful sound we could have heard. “He’s stable for now. Let’s move him to the ICU immediately,” I instructed. The nurses nodded, already getting the stretcher ready. As they wheeled him out, the wife rushed over, tears falling like rain. **“Is he… is he alive?” she asked, her voice shaking. I placed my hand gently on her shoulder. “Yes, he is. We got him back.”

Why didn't she pick up the phone? The ICU door opened, and a nurse approached me. Looking at the look on her face, I could guess what she was going to say. “Cullen Channing passed away.” I was stunned. Cullen died? No way. He was strong and healthy. We parted ways in the morning, and he was fine. I passed the nurse and entered the ICU room. The medics were removing tube after tube from his body. “What are you doing? Don't remove the tubes. Wait until my husband wakes up!” I held the woman's hand, who removed the needle from Cullen's wrist.

Later, we found out she had been suffering from severe depression. While I lost my best friend, Andrew lost the love of his life. I stayed by his side through the darkest days in his life. He refused to eat or drink. All he did was lock himself in his room, crying all night long. I never left him. I cooked for him, talked to him, coaxed him to sleep like he was a child. Eventually, we got together. I knew he still loved Jennifer, but I believed my love could heal him. When we got married, Andrew suggested we remain childfree, and I agreed to it. During those days, we lived peacefully and happily. I thought we'd go on like that forever at the time.

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

As those words left his mouth, he looked more and more confused, probably wondering why I was so worked up about a total stranger. That alone was my sign to pull myself together. No one has to suspect. I cannot afford blowing my cover and ruining my new life. But it was hard to act normal when I was genuinely breaking. Finally, they stepped out of the ICU, but they both looked worse than they did before they had stepped in. “How is he?” I blurted before I could stop myself. No word from both of them. They looked horrified. “I don't want to lose my husband,” Mom sobbed, holding her chest tight. I leaned closer and wrapped my hands around her while Edrick comforted Aria.

As the medical team rushed in to stabilize him, I stood coldly aside, expressionless, like a detached observer. … A few days later, at Gunner Corp's press conference, I stood under the glaring lights in a sharply tailored black suit. My face showed fatigue, but my gaze was unwavering. Facing the cameras and murmuring media, I bowed deeply. "Thank you, everyone, for your concern regarding myself and my husband, Mr. Wilson Gunner." My voice carried a faint rasp of exhaustion. "It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that my husband had a rare case of Fournier gangrene. Although his life was saved through intensive care, he suffered extremely severe complications, resulting in… massive,

I replied calmly, "I just completed a major surgery. According to regulations, I must remain under isolation observation. Besides, I am no longer her husband. You are the one who spends every day with her. You should know her condition best, shouldn't you?" I took out my phone and showed them a photo of the divorce certificate. It clearly stated that our marriage had already been legally dissolved. Lionel stood there awkwardly, but he still refused to give up. "That doesn't matter. Dr. Dahmer, your medical skills are exceptional. Even if you are in isolation, you could still guide us remotely. Since you are always so busy, I volunteered to assist Dr. Scarver with her work and take care of he

From that day on, I brought Grandpa home and took care of him myself. Whitney and Nathan were both arrested and sentenced separately. I filed for divorce from her, regardless of whether she agreed or not. Either way, all the evidence proved that our marriage was beyond repair. Later, I heard that Nathan had been released on bail. Not long after, a crazed fan splashed sulfuric acid on him and disfigured his face. As for Whitney, she was sentenced to life in prison. Unless something unexpected happened, she would spend the rest of her days behind bars.

"How's your dad, any improvement?" I hadn't talked to him all day and hadn't bothered to send him a text message since he was at a new job...and I hadn't thought about it. "They took the breathing tube out early this morning. He was awake when we got there. Masyn wooed him, and he was his ornery self with me." "Glad to hear it. About him getting better, not the ornery part." "Yeah. He moved out of ICU this afternoon, so he's in a regular room. I guess all that's good. The accommodations are a hell of a lot more comfortable, and he can have more than one visitor at a time."

She tried to make her understand. Suddenly the door of the OT opened and one doctor came out of the room. “Sir, your wife is out of danger. She had lost a lot of blood so she is weak and it will take time to gain consciousness. Please have some patience. We will keep her in the ICU tonight. Tomorrow when she gains consciousness, we will shift her to the cabin.”