Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 53

Chapter 51: Waiting For The News

Cameron’s POV

My parents arrived while I was standing in the ER waiting room, waiting for something to happen, unable to sit, unable to do anything productive.

Jennifer looked smaller somehow, like the fear had physically compressed her into a press ball that looked like it was about to tear.

Parker had his arm around her shoulders, his face a mask of controlled terror that I recognized because I was wearing the same expression on my own face but he was trying to keep it contained, so he could be the support his wife desperately needed.

“What’s happening?” Jennifer asked. “What did they tell you?”

“Nothing yet. They’re working on her. Frank said he’d update us when he could,”

“She was doing so well,” Jennifer said, and her voice broke on the last word. “She was laughing this morning. She ate breakfast. She seemed stronger than she’s been in weeks. How did this happen so fast?”

I had no answer for her.

We waited. Time did the thing it does in hospitals, where minutes stretch into eternities and hours kept going on, taking eternity and you lose all sense of normal time.

Enzo brought coffee that nobody drank. Rachel sat holding Molly, who’d finally cried herself to sleep against her mother’s chest. My father paced, then sat, then paced again, unable to settle.

And I stood by the window looking out at the parking lot and thought about how I’d promised Sedona this morning that she was going to be fine, that the treatment was working, that she just needed to stay strong a little longer and all this would be a thing of the past and she has agreed with me and told me she had a list of thubgs she wanted to do once she was out.

I’d lied to her. Or rather, I’d told her what I needed to be true without knowing whether it actually was.

When Frank finally emerged from behind the operating rooms his surgical cap was still on and there were shadows under his eyes that suggested the past hour had aged him.

He looked at our assembled family group and his expression was the one doctors practice in medical school for moments like this-professionally neutral, carefully compassionate, preparing you for news you don’t want to hear.

“She’s stable,” he said first, and I watched my mother sag with relief.

“We’ve stopped the bleeding and she’s receiving transfusions. She’s in recovery now, sedated but her vitals are improving

“What happened?” Parker asked.

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