She Died Betrayed And Returned Ruthless

CHAPTER 2

“Mrs. Brenda, are you alright?” the nurse rushed in. “Why did you throw those?” Her tablet was already in her hand.

“I didn’t,” I said quickly. “It slipped.” She hesitated. Then sighed.

“He called,” she said, bending down to clean the glass. “Your husband will be here soon.”

Of course he would.

“You’ve improved,” she added softly. “You’re doing better than when you first arrived.” I said nothing.

Because none of it mattered. None of it was real.

Two months after I got here, he came, Matthew. Standing at the door like he didn’t belong there. Like he had never seen me before.

“I’m sorry.” The words fell from his lips so easily. I sent him away. But he came back the next night.

And the next.

And the next.

Every single day.

Even on Mondays, his busiest day. “What do you want?” I finally asked him. “No amount of fake concern will make me trust you.” He didn’t argue. Didn’t defend himself. He just kept coming.

Then one day, without warning. He upgraded my room. Moved me to a VIP ward.

No nurses during his visits. No interruptions. He would sit there in silence. Watching me eat. Watching me move. Watching me breathe.

Like I was something he had lost and was trying to understand again.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And slowly… I gave in.

The third month, he brought my parents as a surprise.

For the first time in months, I smiled genuinely. We talked. Laughed. For a moment— I felt normal again.

After they left, he stepped closer. “I should go,” he said quietly.

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He hesitated. Then pulled me into a hug.

I went completely still. Then slowly relaxed. It was the closest we had ever been.

We pulled apart slightly, our eyes meeting.

Lingering. Questioning. I looked away first. But he didn’t let go.

Instead— He pulled me back in.

And kissed me.

That night blurred into something I couldn’t fully explain.

Everything felt new, overwhelming, his touch, his closeness.

It broke through every wall I had built around myself.

I didn’t understand how something so simple could make me feel so much.

With his hands in-between my thighs, he murmured softly against my ear, “If just this makes you react like that...." a faint smile in his voice, “what happens when we take it further?”

My face burned.

I didn’t answer I couldn’t.

That week… We finally became husband and wife in every sense.

And for the first time since our marriage began.

I felt seen.

I felt wanted.

I felt… loved.

But that feeling won’t last.

The door opened quietly. Matthew stepped in. I looked up immediately.

Something was wrong again. He paused briefly at the door before stepping fully inside, like he was making sure no one had followed him.

That alone made dread settle deep in my chest.

Matthew had never hesitated before coming to me. Never looked over his shoulder. Never felt… cautious.

His fingers tightened slightly around his phone as he walked closer, his gaze flickering between me and the door again. Like he was running out of time.

“You’re here,” I said softly. He nodded, forcing a faint smile. But instead of sitting beside me like he always did he pulled out his phone. And started typing.

My brows furrowed. That was new. Matthew never used his phone when he was with me.

Never.

A strange uneasiness settled in me.

“Matthew…” I called gently. He didn’t respond immediately.

“Do you still love me?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. His fingers froze.

Slowly, he lifted his head. “What kind of question is that?” His tone was calm—but something underneath it felt strained.

“I’m serious,” I said, my voice quieter now. “You’ve been acting strange.” He stared at me for a moment longer before walking over.

“Yes,” he said firmly. “I love you.” He reached out and held my hand. But this time, I hesitated. Because this wasn’t the same man who had been coming to me every night.

This one felt distant, guarded. Like he was holding something back. Something that had nothing to do with me. And somehow… That scared me more than his silence ever did.

“Then tell me something,” I said, pulling my hand away slightly. His eyes darkened. “What is it?” “The test results.”

Silence.

“You ran tests on me when I got sick,” I continued. “You said you’d tell me.” His jaw tightened.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. And that silence told me everything.

“Matthew…” my voice trembled slightly, “what are you hiding from me?” He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

Then he looked at me.

“You’re pregnant.”