All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As the ambulance sped through the streets, sirens blaring, I felt my heart tearing apart. I couldn't lose her. Not now. Not ever. I just got her back. Losing her wasn't an option, not at all. I wasn't ready for it. And most importantly, I wasn't ready to face our kids.What will I tell them when they ask what happened to their mum? How would I have them know someone shot her on her way to the venue? Was I too demanding when I asked her to come over? Would it have been better if I urged her to stay back? She would have been safe, I know that.“Nova, please hang on,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I love you. Don't leave me.”The nurses worked to stabilize her, but I barely registered their efforts. All I could focus on was Nova's pale face, her closed eyes, not aware of what was going on around her. We arrived at the hospital, and the paramedics rushed to unload Nova. I followed, still grasping her hand, as they wheeled her towards the operating room. But just as we reached the door

“Huh?” I was too shocked to comprehend what just happened… Somehow, Nova might have met my mum, but what of the auction? Why would she sound so hostile when I only asked her about the auction? Could Nova have met her during it??? It seemed like —I froze when a certain thought filtered through my mind. What if Nova went to the auction? That would explain the huge amount of money she spent. Was she there because of my mum? Was that why she asked if I sent my wife over to counter her every move? Was she the one who got the prized item my mother wanted?A chuckle escaped my lips at that thought, and I had to cover my mouth when I received a glare from the man next to me, who was looking at me as if I were a pervert. He shuffled far from me, giving me a stern glare.“Sorry.” Apologizing, I turned and left the restroom, walking over to Nova's private room. A few nurses I met in my way nodded at me with a smile, which I reciprocated, something that wouldn't have been possible had it been th

NOVAIt hurts, so bad I wished to lie back on the bed and give in to the pain. I wanted to sleep, to act lazy for once because I was sick, but I didn't do that. I had never been one to act lazy. Dashiell kept on doting on me, almost like a mother hen. Each time I turned, he would provide whatever he felt I needed at the moment. It became so much that I had to demand he leave me for a minute.“Nova?” He poked his head into the room, grinning. “Are you hungry? I got soup for you.” He fully stepped into the room, smiling sheepishly as he raised the food flask. “It's hot and —”“I'm still full,” I groaned, glaring at him. “Do you want to complete what the man didn't, by killing me with food?” It had reached the point of asking this. Having him dote on me at every turn made it seem like he wanted to smoulder me with kindness and attention.Blushing sheepishly, he stepped towards me and placed the food flask on the table. “Do you want to sit up? The doctors said you need to exercise. Not

“I will be right back.” Before I could stop him, he was already at the door, slipping out before I could say another word. It was obvious from how he acted that he was running from me. But why?How could someone act as strange as he did after the argument we just had? It made little sense to me. Not only that, but it felt odd. Having someone who always fawned over me acting strange, felt so strange. I didn't like that feeling at all.Dashiell didn't return until an hour later. I know because of the small clock on the wall. He had it installed, so I could be able to tell the time with it. “Here.” He passed a phone to me. “My secretary brought this a few minutes ago. The numbers in your old SIM are in there. You can call whoever you want.” He turned and walked to the bench next to the door, and plopped down on it, stunning me. I figured he would sit on the chair next to the bed like he had always done, but he surprised me by keeping the distance between us. “Thanks.” I smiled at him,

“Good afternoon, Mrs James,” he greeted in a husky voice, approaching me. The nearer he got, the more I felt like I had met him somewhere, but I couldn't, for the life of me, recall where that was. His eyes and face were oddly familiar, even though he had a mask on half of his face. Forcing a smile as I tried not to think of the strange thoughts going through my head at the moment, I sat up on the bed. “I'm good. Just feeling a little dizzy,” I responded truthfully, even though my mind asked me to run, to get as far away from him as I could. I frowned, wondering why I felt that way with a man who was obviously a doctor. Otherwise, he wouldn't be dressed as one, carrying a tab. “That's good to hear.” He ran his hand through his unusually long blonde hair. “We will have to take care of the dizzy aspect, though. As you are about to be discharged, we can't have any complications.” He dropped the tab on my cupboard and turned to look at me. “Where did your husband go? Why isn't he he