“Where the hell is my wife?” Ethan barked as he strode down the quiet hospital hallway, his footsteps thunderous with anger and fear he refused to acknowledge.
He had received a call from the bodyguard he hired to keep an eye on Jasmine earlier. The moment he heard Jasmine fainted and had already been hospitalized, he felt his pulse hammered in his ears as he rushed out of the club to the parking lot, forgetting about Ella and everything else.
He didn’t bother calling Jayson over. He started the car and drove to the direction of the hospital as fast as he could.
Jasmine, the woman he claimed to hate, the woman he had thrown out of his house, the woman he pushed away whenever she got too close had fainted, and his heart wasn’t relieved to hear such news.
It seems like no matter how hard
