His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 51

Present

Scott

A feeling of agitation filled my entire body. I couldn't sit still as I walked from one end of the hospital hallway to the other. Maura was fighting for her life in the emergency room. The only thing I was praying for was that she would survive. I made a mistake by inviting Camille to our wedding ceremony. It would never have happened if I hadn't invited her. 

 

When I entered the waiting room, everyone snapped their heads at me and watched me. Their eyes were curious. They did not seem too pleased to see me there. No one attempted to get an autograph or take pictures of me. I remembered how people chase me just to have my sign. There was a strange look on everyone's face as they scrutinized me from head to toe. I knew what was the reason behind that. 

 

The news that had recently been broadcast in the waiting room made my hair stand on end. My eyes were fixed on the screen as I leaned back in a chair. I saw myself on the screen dragging Camille from the lounge and throwing her onto the street like trash. She fell to her knees and broke into a silent cry.  

 

The sight of her like that broke my heart despite knowing what she had done to Maura. 

 

When Conan approached her, he quickly wrapped his arms around her fragile body, saving her from further humiliation. Conan spoke something to her before hugging her tightly once again. The whole country became enthralled by Camille and Conan's sweet love story. This scene was replayed endlessly. While trying to divert my attention from those two, I grabbed a magazine lying on the table and glanced through it. 

 

Goddammit!

 

I don’t want to think about her.

 

There will never be a time when she is mine. 

 

She needed to move on for her own good I let her go. 

 

She doesn't belong in my life. 

 

It would be great if she would stay far away from me. 

 

She is the last person I want to see.

 

“Mr. Martinez…” the doctor called me out. 

 

“Yes, Doc.” I sprang to my feet and walked up to him. 

 

“Miss Garcia is suffering from internal bleeding and needs a blood transfusion," he said. “Before we begin this procedure, there is the paperwork we need to complete.” I nodded and held the paper in my hand. “Please, complete it as soon as you can.”

 

“Yeah, sure,” I muttered and looked at the papers. 

 

“Scott...” Archie approached me and examined the papers in my hand. “What is this? How is my sister doing?” 

 

“She needs a blood transfusion, suffering from internal bleeding,” I whispered and scanned his exhausted face. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days. His tie hung around his neck, his white shirt matted in blood, and his eyes were bloodshot. “Are you okay?”

 

“Of course not!” he spat. “How can I be fucking okay when my sister is dying?" 

 

“Don't worry, she'll be fine,” I said and headed for the receptionist. 

 

“This all happened because of you!” Archie screamed from behind me, making my feet pause. I slowly turned to him, surveying my eyes around us. His words caught the attention of the audience as they watched us with keen interest. “You should not have played with two hearts. Just because of you, one person's life was fucked and the other is in danger. Their lives were at stake.” 

 

I clenched my hands into fists. “I'll talk to you about it, Archie, but not here because I don't want my personal life to be the source of entertainment. I've had enough of this shit. My patience has been exhausted, so please shut up and go back home. You need to fucking calm down."

 

“You are not doing…” 

 

“I said leave!” I clipped and turned around, walking straight to the receptionist without sparing him a second glance. I knew what he was feeling at the moment because I had felt the same when Camille slaughtered my brother in front of my eyes. I was unable to do anything. We might have ended up in a different situation if I had tried to stop her there. 

 

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Maura was getting better. She was recovering very fast. The doctor told me she was lucky that her heart was not stabbed and her corset saved her. I was relieved to see her healthy. I was sitting next to her bed and talking to her to make her feel better. She had lost weight since the accident as she looked so weak and lifeless. 

 

“I’m happy to see you again, love,” she smiled and tried to sit down. I helped her to sit in a comfortable position. "When Camille stabbed my heart, I thought I would never see you again, but our love was so strong that it saved me from death. I wanted to live for you, Scott.” She broke into tears, her lower lip trembling as she was speaking. 

 

Suddenly the door flew open and Kate dashed into the room without even knocking first. He was panting like he had been running for an hour. His expression was concerned as he looked at me. “Scott!” he gasped. 

 

“What happened, Kate?” I asked, rising to my feet and approaching him. 

 

“Camille…she is leaving this city and moving to Miami. I heard she is nine weeks pregnant.” 

 

For a few moments, I stood still as his words processed in my head and then suddenly realization struck me. “Pregnant!” I exclaimed. “Where did you hear that?” 

 

"A week ago, she came to the same hospital for an examination. During my conversation with the doctor, she provided me this information." Kate searched for something in my eyes, but I resisted my emotions. I wore my stern expression. 

 

“Have you asked the name of the father?” I asked quietly. I knew the answer. I knew it was mine. I was the one who impregnated her. 

 

“Name…” Kate’s eyes fell into sadness as he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Conan…” 

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