His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 129
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My life for the neet twenty four houre was a mix of medical terms, some Fundsistint and affistet didit
Blunt trauma in this hows hack
Puncture wound to the night arm
Laceration on her forehead Stitches needed!
Suspected on fracture?
65W to his right abdomen!
She’s hypertensive and bradycardia: Hypovolasmia and suspected hasmerthaging
Twenty-four hours of standing outside an ICU ream and watching doctors work on my wife, watching her struggling to live.
Twenty-four hours of Uncle Damien giving up his duty as the head of the Brates to stay by my side because i refused to talk snap
out of the daret was in
I was always observant Always noticing. Always two steps ahead. Remember? But I wasn’t. I was a man whose wife was
struggling to live. I was a man who knew his wife found his world dangerous and dragged her to be a part
Twenty two hours of ICU, twenty-four hours of a medically induced COMA and then sfe hours of rest later my wife finally opened
her eyes.
it took her two minutes and twenty seconds of pain and gasping before she could finally regain consciousness, she looked
around with a pained expression, her gaze fressing when she saw me hovering over her from the side.
I knew I should speak, reassure she was okay, but the pain in my threat stopped me from.
“Al Alex” She barely mouthed, tears rimming in her eyes.
Finhale deep for her sake, rubbing my thumb softly over the free side of her forehead. “Hi” I whispered.

She just stared at me, as if she wanted to say so much but no words came out. She cried and cried, and let her t wanted to hold
her, but I couldn’t so caressed her forehead, held her hand and let her break till the dector came in and said she needed to
seamins my wife and I needed to get out
I could have pointed a gun to her forehead for suggesting that, but I just leave instead after stationing Lana at her bedside, partly
because i wasn’t in the mental state to console her white seeing her condition
inseded to do better for her
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I shower out of my bloody clothes and grab some coffee while Lana texts me updates every minute, the last one being: ‘Mia
refused a rape kit.’
The ten minutes I stayed away was too much and I quickly make my way back. My wife looked lesser in pain and she was
talking about something to the doctor, her eyes red and sunken, and her voice dies as soon as I enter.
“Out.” I instruct to no-one in particular.
Lána scrambles out, but the doctor looks at me with no hesitation about standing there. “Out,” I hiss at her, “Orl swear I will put
you in the next bed in the ICU.”
She leaves begrudgingly, and I walk to my wife.
“Mia...” I breathe once I’m closer, the daze finally ending. My wife was alive.
“Don’t touch me.” My knuckles freeze midair, the one that were about to touch her cheeks.
“Baby.” I knew I looked as taken aback as I sounded. “What?”
“Don’t touch me, Alex.” She repeats, her voice firmer this time.
“What?”

She shakes her head, those tears filling in them again. Tears I hated. Tears I put there.
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I sit on the bed, just a feet away from her, careful not to touch her as she asked. “What’s wrong?” I ask with evident
fear. “Did someone- Did anyone?” I couldn’t bring myself to even finish the sentence, so I hissed instead. “Mia,
what did they do to you?”
She blinks and the tears fall. Tears I swore I will kill Xander for. The tears I swore will never find their way into her precious grey
eyes shimmered there.
“What did you do, Alex?” She sobs. “You promised me.”
“Baby,” I breathed. “What?”
She sobs some more, and then sniffs. It takes every ounce of restraint to not wipe those tears from her face. “You never ask,
Alex. You only take. That’s the only thing you know how to do. It’s always your way.”
“Mia...”
“Don’t take my name.” She breaks down. “I told you this world scared me. I told you I didn’t want to marry you. You forced me,
Alex. You forced me!”
I freeze. I stop breathing.
She goes on, “I- I told you your world is dangerous.” She pauses to sob like a little child, “And- And you told me I didn’t need to
be scared of it because you would protect me. You- You lied.”
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me while I check if anyone heard me addressing her as
“Damien asemel me it is” Solla Whitlocks stands in front of me, love and anger in equal proportions in her voles,
Twince, Their tall was rarely ever positive.
“Are you oliny?”
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The lie rests on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I shake my head, falling to one of the chairs. I huff a lot of air
out of my mouth unnecessarily to conceal the tears pricking in my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cried, at least not
in the last twenty years.

“Oh, Alex,” her voice is soft as she sits next to me and hugs me, and the tears just escape as she engulfs me, holding me while I
cry for how much I had hurt my wife when all I wanted to do was keep her safe.