Chapter 1: The Husband

This novel is slow-paced, so all the action will happen after volume one which is already completed. Enjoy reading it :)

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Crouching down, a woman crawled her way past the receptionist desk so the nurses on night shift couldn't catch her. Once she was in the clear, the woman stood up and ran for the stairs heading up. Climbing the stairs one by one, she reached the top and turned back to look at the staircase grudgingly. Shaking her legs out she cursed, "It's a hospital, why were there so many steps?"

Returning to her goal, the woman went on in the dimly lit passageway looking for room B201 in ward B. Finding the room, she made sure that no one was around and turned the doorknob, walking in. The room was dimly lit as well, with only the lamp on the nightstand shining.

She turned to the viewing window after closing the door and pulled the strings of the blinds to close them. Running her fingers down the blinds, she smiled, turning her attention to the handsome man lying on the bed asleep. The woman kicked off her slippers and walked towards the bed.

The woman switched the light on above his head. The man’s nose scrunched at the invasion of the light but continued to sleep. She sat down on his bed beside him and leaned over to gaze at his handsomely sleeping self properly.

Lifting her finger, the woman traced his features with a smile. 'You really are handsome,' she thought as she looked at him dearly. She found his features fascinating, even though it was her second time seeing him. The last time she saw him was when he came in with an ambulance, unconscious.

Smiling as a bad thought came to her mind, the woman grabbed a few of her hairs that hung loosely between her fingers and brought it to the man’s nose. She tickled the mole on his nose with it and giggled when he scratched his nose, groaning in his sleep.

While the man asleep on the bed was a light sleeper, the drugs the nurses injected him with made him sleep soundly. Now, however, the sudden itchiness that kept bothering him made him wake up to see what it was.

Opening his heavy eyes lids, he came face to face with someone who was smiling seconds before but pulled back and started covering her mouth as if she were stealing something and was caught red-handed.

The man quickly sat up on the bed and pulled himself against the headboard. He looked at the woman and she stared back at him. Her eyes kept widening, and when she couldn't resist any longer, she burst out in laughter. She laughed so hard that her stomach started cramping.

The young woman fell off the bed and held her stomach. She sat up and stopped laughing, looking at her feet covered in white socks with yellow pigs on it. The man on the bed looked at the woman on the floor and pulled the covers up.

He wanted to call for the nurses but saw that the button that was clasped to his finger wasn't where it should be. Looking at her he became furious, "Who are you and what do you want?" He asked in a raspy voice still filled with sleep.

The woman looked up at him and grinned, climbing on the bed as she stared at him. "You have a different expression on your face today," she said, making his frown deepen. 

"I asked you who you are!" the man repeated in a commanding tone.

The woman looked at him, puzzled, then smiled. Shaking her head, she teased him, "That won't work on me!"

The man glared at her, wishing so badly to kick her off the bed, but he couldn't use his legs. He remained silent after thinking about his legs and felt lost yet again. The woman saw that his face changed and recalled what the nurses who gossiped about him said.

Eyes quickly darting around the room, the woman’s gaze stopped on the man. She moved closer to him, and before he realised it, she grabbed his cheeks, pinching them. He winced as his eyes shot to her, furious. He asked with a glare, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Frightened, the woman pulled her hands away. Her eyes began to water as she looked at him. "Since when have you been so rude? Did you lose all your brains after falling asleep, or did they brainwash you?" 

The man glared at the woman. "What nonsense are you spouting now? And who are you?!" he demanded to know.

Wiping her tears, the woman buried her head in the man’s crotch. The man's body froze as she dropped her head down where she shouldn't, then he grabbed her silky blackish-brown hair in his hands. Trying his best to push her away, his cheeks flushed as he struggled. "What… What… What are you… you doing? Get away!"

Hearing the woman mumble something, the man stopped. He raised her head so that dangled as he held her by her hair. "What did you say?" 

The woman looked into his eyes, tears rolling down her face. "How can you treat me this way when I love you so much?"

‘Huh?’ the man thought, baffled by her words. He could swear that he didn't know who she was, since he arrived two days ago in the hospital, and she wasn't anyone he knew outside of the hospital. Was she some fan of his? He let go of her hair, deciding to ignore the woman. Seeing that she was released, the woman climbed onto his bed and rested her head against the man’s stomach, where she could feel ripped abs and a strong physique.

The man looked at the woman, confused. ‘What in the world is happening?’ He wanted to tell her to get the hell out, but he had no desire to speak and wanted to pretend that she was non-existent. He had other thoughts running through his mind, and she was of no significance right now. He sat up on the bed and gazed down at her back absent-mindedly.

The woman’s back was visible since she wore a patient’s robe. He could see that she wasn't wearing a bra as the robe fell open, revealing her back for him to get a good view of it. Her back seemed to be perfect at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he saw that she had many scars and it looked painful.

As his eyes trailed further down, the man’s gaze moved from the woman’s back to her bottom. He noted that it was round. She moved her left leg to make herself lay more comfortably on him and her butt jiggled. He swallowed as a shuddering thought went through his mind, but the moment it disappeared he became depressed.

No matter how much he tried to get over everything, he was rendered useless.