Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 278.

The day I finally get discharged from the hospital feels like freedom.

Glorious, beautifulg freedom.

I never want to see another hospital wall again. Not for a very long time....the nurses fuss over me, doctors gives me a list of instructions that could probably fill an entire book.

And Zane listens to every single word with the focus of a man preparing for war.

I don’t.

Because I already know exactly what’s going to happen, He’s going to memorize every instruction, then force me to follow all of them.

Probably while hovering, definitely while hovering.

"You are not allowed to hover."

Zane looks up from the paperwork he’s signing.

"I don’t hover."

I stare at him, the nurse stares at him, even doctor stares at him.

Even Elias, one of the security men standing nearby, looks skeptical.

Zane notices all of us staring.

"What?"

I laugh.

Then immediately regret it because my side still hurts.

Worth it.

Absolutely worth it.

The drive home is surprisingly quiet, for once, neither of us speaks much. I spend most of it staring out the window, watching the city pass by and people go about their normal lives.

It’s strange.

A few weeks ago I was worrying about pregnancy tests.

Then I was kidnapped, then I got shot, then I found out I was carrying twins, then I lost one, it’s been so much of a roller coaster my emotions still don’t feel real. Not completely, some days I think they never will.

The gates of the estate finally come into view and suddenly my chest tightens.

Home.

I should feel happy.

Instead...I feel nervous.

The car rolls to a stop and Zane is beside me immediately. One hand hovering near my waist, ready to catch me if I so much as stumble.

I roll my eyes.

"I can walk love."

"I know."

Yet he still helps me out anyway.

I don’t fight him, mostlt because I’m tired.

The moment I step inside the house, something hits me hard emotionally.

The house feels different Quiet and empty.

My eyes immediately drift toward the kitchen.

The place Margaret always seemed to be, the place she’d hum while cooking.

My throat tightens.

She’s gone and suddenly I feel it all over again.

The funeral, the grief, the loss, everything.

A hand slips into mine and I don’t have to look to know it’s Zane. E go

His fingers squeeze gently, grounding me, keeping me here and standing.

"I know."

The words are softer and barely above a whisper.

I lean slightly into him for a second and I let myself feel it. Because pretending it doesn’t hurt won’t make it hurt less.

Eventually I take a breath, then another and continue walking.

The house is exactly the same, yet somehow completely different.

Loss does that, it changes places, memories and people.

Upstairs, Zane practically escorts me to our room like I’m made of glass.

I sit on the bed, Immediately relieved to be somewhere familiar and Somewhere that doesn’t smell like disinfectant and medicine.

"This is nice."

His eyes narrow.

"What?"

"You look too comfortable."

I gasp.

"The audacity."

His lips twitch.

A victory.

They’re happening more often these days.

The smiles; the laughs.....tiny pieces of normal returning.

I watch him move around the room, adjusting pillows and straightening blankets.

Doig things that don’t actually need doing.

Then suddenly he stops, like he just remembered something. His entire expression changes and look appears in his eyes.

One I’ve seen a lot lately.

Excitement.

"What?"

He smiles. The sight still catches me off guard every time.

"Come with me."

Instead of answering, he opens the door and my breath catches. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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