Married To My Billionaire Nemesis
My eyes keep rolling back, the room spinning worse.
"Breathe," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Just breathe, Hayden. I've got you."
I try. My chest feels tight, my heart hammering unevenly. She fumbles for the blood pressure cuff we keep in the cabinet, wrapping it around my arm. The machine beeps after a moment.
She gasps.
"162 over 98," she whispers, horror in her voice. "Hayden... that's too high. Way too high with your condition."
I close my eyes, the ice pack soothing the worst of the throbbing.