The Abandoned Wife's Cold Revenge

Mount Sinai Hospital emergency roo

lood coated the back of her throat. The heart monitor next to her head beeped

AB-negative!" the ER doctor shouted, his glove

through her chest. Her vision blurred, the e

sprinted toward the glass doors of the trauma b

erile white corridor

ay

nst the marble floor cut through the chaotic noise of the ER. He walked with the slow, predator

nd lunged toward him. She grabbed

ine is bleeding out. She won't survive the night without a transfus

d. He did not

. He stared straight through the glass doors, his gaz

eyes. No fear. Nothing b

illowcase scraping against her cheek. She met his gaze through the glass. Her lips were

ve

shoulders to physically block Clara from Clayton. Leo shoved a thick st

his wrist. A small, irritated crease formed between his dark brows. He looked lik

ocuments back at Leo. "That is your legal wife on that ta

ound carried through the open glass doors

rn," Clayton said. His voice was smoot

bay. He shoved a clipboard with a cri

nt to the transfusion and the emergency procedu

n glance at the medical jargon on the paper. He flipped st

nd slashed his sharp, aggressive

chest hollowed out. The tiny, desperate flam

tic beeping of the heart monitor flatlined

d, staring at the signature in absolute

is hand, cutting

he tense hallway. It was the custom

er jacket pocket. He looked at the sc

e ice in his eyes melted into something soft and urgent

rong?" Clayton's voice droppe

sound of his gentle tone tearing thr

om the speaker, trembling with fake tears. "It's thunde

right now. I'll be at the Upper Eas

"She is dying! Your wife is dying, a

He shot Clara a look so let

al daughter of the Garrett family," Clayton w

s of his Tom Ford suit, smoothing out an inv

drop of my blood to a vici

ust below her knee. The invisible agony ripped through her nervous system, a brutal reminder of the hell she h

mediately stepped in behind him, snapping open a

the edge of the mattress. She gathered the absolute last oun

o the metal medical

wls crashed onto the linoleum

footsteps paused for exactly one

g, stepping into the elevator. The metal door

ine's freezing hand. Hot tears dripped from Clara

r ordered, his voice defeated. "It won't be enou

before Emaline completely lost consciousness, the corners of her c

the monitor flat

ore to herself in the suffocating d