Nine Divorces, One Last Stand

g I registered

Clean, steri

e ceiling swam into view. I was in a hospital bed, an IV tube ta

re awake. Good. You gave us quite a scare. Acute gastric hemorrhage

ple. Not m

ed over me. I closed my eyes, the physical pain in my st

ked open a fe

k of concern. He was holding a bouquet of flowers

He walked over to the bed. "How a

looked

ere wor

e as soon as I heard. Sarah was having a panic attack, I

ession shifting from feigned w

ing. I told you to take it easy, Chloe. You alwa

to argue. I didn' t have

rk," I said, my vo

n' t be ridiculous. You' re just looking for a

d her head in. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her

r to my bedside,

ered, twisting her hands together. "I

e, her big, teary eyes

e' s the only one who can calm me down. I told him we should go b

designed to remind me of my place. She was the fragile one who ne

is arm around her, pulling

air, loud enough for me to hear. "Don' t you worry ab

ob. He looked at me over the top of her head, his eyes cold and hard.

loving concern, a tableau of betrayal s

looked out the window

rst major award. He' d held my hand, looked into my eyes, and said to a reporter,

aotic schedule, to negotiate his contracts, to build him into the star he wa

that dark street. I remembered his face, twiste

married. This was t

le room, with the smell of antisepti

It wasn' t ang

a simple, cl

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