The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 505

Chapter 248-1

We’ve been in this waiting room for five hours.

Five hours of fluorescent lights humming overhead with a faint, maddening buzz.

Five hours of the club holding a silent, heavy perimeter that overflows from the room, and

extends down the entire length of the corridor.

Men take shifts standing guard near the elevators, their jaws set, refusing to sleep. Dad

hasn’t sat down once. He hovers near the double doors leading into the trauma bay, his arms

crossed over his chest, his eyes fixed on the red IN USE light like a man staring down a firing

squad.

Beside me, Willow sits silently, her warm hand wrapped around mine. To my right, Jade

paces a restless five–yard track between the vending machines and the nurse’s station, her

boots clicking sharp against linoleum.

Nobody talks. The weight of what happened in that basement hangs in the air, thick and

suffocating.

Every time a nurse rushes past with a tray of IV bags or a monitor beeps at a slightly higher pitch, my chest tightens until I can barely breathe. I wrap my free arm around my belly, rocking slightly, praying to every god I can name that Locke holds on.

When the heavy swinging doors finally push open, the sharp hydraulic hiss cuts through the

hallway like a gunshot.

Stitch steps out into the hall alongside a tall, gray–haired attending trauma physician.

Stitch has pulled his absolute biggest favor: he called in his old chief of surgery from his residency days before he traded sterile scrubs for a leather cut. This meant that we bypassed the usual ER intake circus and got Locke straight into a private, high–security surgical suite.

The top half of Stitch’s borrowed surgical scrubs are down, leaving them hanging loose around his waist over his dark shirt, which is still stained with sweat and dried copper. His

face is pale, his eyes hollowed out with exhaustion.

The entire hallway moves at once. Dad steps forward, his shoulders rigid. Jade freezes mid–stride. I push myself up from the hard plastic chair so fast my head spins, my hand

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