The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

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a screaming, blood-covered drunk barreled toward her. She stepped

and rushed into the trauma bay to assist. In the split second the attending physician was tied up with another critical arrival, she read the mo

face. Elisa ducked, the air rushing past her ear, and used his

r shrieked a hig

of sedative through his IV line. The erratic lines on t

eavy VIP double doors at the f

enough to silence the

suit was wrinkled. His tie was gone. In his arms, he carried a wom

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under the lights. She bought him those for their thir

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doctors froze, intimidated by the sheer weal

rist. Her heart hammered against her skin. She grabbed a p

ay from her husband. He

ms," Elisa said, her voice

mask. Panic flashed in his dark pupils. His hands instinctively tigh

per escaped from ben

. She knew that sound. It was

August's arm. Dark, wet blood stained the expensive fabric. H

t to assess the bleeding,

ntly shoved

private trauma room ready!"

into the edge of the nurse's station. A sharp pain shot up her spine, but

with a gurney. Elisa was forced

ic clipboard. She watched August gently stroke Allena'

re covered in aggressive red marks. The v

ound machi

brow furrowed. "Looks like a ruptured corpus luteum. Has she

into August's arm, lett

de of gray. He twisted his platin

n sliced right through the triage paper. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of

close to Elisa. "Do you k

holding another woman. "No

assistant to prep his private helicopter. He was al

ng in pain. August kicked a red biohaz

et it upright. She pulled a critical condition consent for

she de

of emotion in her eyes. He snatched the pen and s

d her back on him and walked out of t

ed shut behind her, c

nd pulled her phone from her scrub pocket.

tract Expira

the notification to the top. The la

isa peeled off her bloody latex glo

red at her pale face in the mirror,