Chapter 9

His guilt finally caught up to him.

He canceled a week's worth of meetings just to sit by my hospital bed.

Suddenly, he was the flawless fiancé.

"Your husband is amazing."

The nurse smiled enviously.

Damian was adjusting my pillows.

I watched him fuss over me.

I felt nothing.

Amazing?

If he was amazing, I wouldn't be in this bed.

Through three hours of IV drips, he never left my side.

He didn't touch his phone once.

On the drive home, something finally clicked in his brain.

"You left a note yesterday."

"You said we needed to talk."

"What was it about?"

My hand froze on the seatbelt.

He saw the note.

He remembered it all along.

I shook my head and clicked the belt into place.

"It's nothing."

There was nothing left to say.

We stepped out of the elevator.

Chloe was waiting right outside our penthouse door.

Damian’s face filled with regret.

"Chloe, I'm so sorry."

"I completely forgot our project review."

Chloe pouted, playing the perfect victim.

"You ignored my texts."

"My calls went straight to voicemail."

"I thought something terrible happened to you!"

"So... are we still working?"

Damian looked back at me.

He was completely torn.

I ignored him and walked inside.

Damian followed me in.

He kept his voice low.

"Let me get you settled in bed."

"Chloe and I will do a quick meeting in the office."

"We won't make a sound."

Chloe slipped inside right behind him.

I looked at them with dead eyes.

"Suit yourself."