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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1229

Stuck. Right in his throat, like a lump of unchewed steak—couldn’t swallow it down, couldn’t cough it up. It felt awful.

That night, as soon as he stepped through the front door, Elysia noticed. She barely glanced up from the kitchen, but her nose wrinkled.

“You’ve been smoking. And the hospital—again? What happened? Did something go down?”

Elysia had the nose of a bloodhound, especially when it came to cigarettes or anything medicinal.

Tarquin froze for a second. Elysia pressed on, her voice gentle but firm, “Just tell me the truth, okay? If you keep me in the dark, I’ll only worry more.”

He caved. “I went to see Benjamin. At the hospital.”

“About that antidote?” she guessed.

He nodded, unable to meet her eyes.

She stepped closer, concern written all over her face. “Did something go wrong with it? Winona called me today, asking about the antidote and the virus. Zane got in touch with her.”

Tarquin’s brow creased. “What did Zane want?”

“Same old threats. Said he’s the only one who can save Ridley, trying to push Winona so he could get his hands on the Newsom family estate.”

“Tell Winona not to play his games.”

“I already did. But you and Dr. Benjamin seem really on edge. Ridley’s fine though, right?”

Elysia had no clue about the other infected kid. Nobody else did—word about the new virus hadn’t reached the public yet. The government was keeping it under wraps to avoid a panic.

Before Tarquin could answer, Elysia’s eyes widened. “Wait—are you lying to me? Ridley’s sick?”

He shook his head, quick and firm. “No. Ridley’s okay, I swear.”

“Then why are you so tense?” She studied him, her gaze sharp.

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