Wreckage of a Marriage

beep of a machine. My head was pounding. A doctor wi

nasty fall. You've got a concussion, and the stress

ace a mask of guilt. He was holding a large bouquet of

t you flowers. And I transferred a hundred thousand dollar

could fix this. He thought flowers

money. "The photo," I whispered, my

deepening. "Liv, it w

said, tears starting to burn

"She's been through so much. Her PTSD was triggered, she wasn't in her

urned my head away from him, staring at the blank white wall. I couldn't look at him anymore

eep, hoping he would just go away. He stayed for a while, shifti

y, she came

e was gone, a cruel smile playing on h

, walking over to my bed

o tell her to get ou

anything I say right now." She leaned down, her face close to mine. "You see, he ne

heart hammered against my ribs.

lled out into the hallway. "Nurse! Dr. Scarlett need

se rushed in. "Dr. Sca

ty, gesturing to my IV. "Liam Patterson authorized me to oversee he

and believing she was following orders from a respected therapist and

led with the drip. A cold sensation spread up my arm. My body felt heavy, my thoughts sluggish. She wa

was pulling me under, a thick fog descending over my mind. Sc

e said. "By the time I'm done, h

w open. It was Liam. He took in the scene in a second-the nurses h

. He rushed forward, shoving Scarlett away from me and pulling the nurs

s wild with a fear I hadn't seen in a lo

e drug had done its wor