My Husband Hates Me

Almost Died

Sophie's Point of View

I was about to suggest something but halted for a bit.

I hated the suggestion of going for a trip, but she was damn accurate.

It could serve as an opportunity to get away from the trauma Sebastian has caused me in recent times.

Aside from that, I can't recall the last time I went on a business trip.

“His nephew,” I said.

“Do you know anything about him?” I keep digging for answers. I need to know whom I'm dealing with.

“No, just his name."

Katie answered.

“His name is Marcos Witt.

He would take over the family's business. More like the next of kin,” Katie disclosed after a deep pause.

“That’s not very much okay for me,” I scoffed, and she laughed.

“I’m your personal assistant, not a cop. If you need additional information on the man, I could get some for you, but wouldn't it be preferable to see him in person? Know what it wants and bond together." Katie suggested.

I could spot her lips dancing, but I wasn't paying attention to the voice.

My forehead begins to get sweaty, and an ocean of sweat is aligned on my palm. I squint, and tears stroll down my cheeks in quick succession.

I wanted to speak, but no words flushed out. The moment Katie knew something was off, my vision went blank.

That was the last thing I remembered. Lights on.

My eyes are opened again, and this time, I find myself in a room laced with white walls.

As I struggle to stand up, I spot Katie, who had been leaning in the corner of the room.

“Finally, you're awake,” she said to me in so much excitement.

I can't seem to understand what she was talking about as bewilderment takes center stage on my face.

“Where am I?” I asked confused

The door slowly opened, and a nurse strolled into the ward.

“Hello, Miss Stan, how are you now?” She asked and rested a palm on my neck region.

“For the record, please address me as Sophie,” I corrected her and smiled.

“It's fine to be a little disorganized,” said the nurse.

She starts to scribble in the notepad in her possession. “You collapsed a bit. What other symptoms did you feel?"

“When you say I collapsed for a bit, you mean the duration? Yes, for two hours," I asked for clarification.

“Yes, nurse,” Katie affirmed, "a few days."

“A few what?” I exclaimed in fear.

“That’s what I figured too; imagine how terrified I was,” Katie added.

I looked at the nurse, who tried to remain as calm as possible while Katie spoke.

I saw her lower her eyes and look at her shoes to pass the time, wondering if she was concealing something.

I wasn't certain I had any reason to be conscious.

“One second, I was speaking about why I think Singapore was a perfect idea; the next second, you had passed out cold on your chair.” Katie revealed. Her explanation drifts me back to her.

“That sounds like a dream,” I said quietly and flickered my hand through my auburn hair.

“You smashed your head so hard, I was afraid something had gone worse,” she buttressed, and I glanced at both of them.

“I don't feel any hurt, just a bell ringing in my ears. Is that okay or worse?” I asked and looked at the nurse who had raised her head to meet my eyes.

“We did a few tests,” the nurse started, and I paid rapid attention.

“You’re great for now. Just a bit of migraine in the head, nothing a few medics can't handle. However, we were a little bothered when you didn't open your eyes for forty-eight hours,” she said and passed me a thermometer.

I dropped it beneath my tongue and spun to Katie, who had deserted her chair to sit close to the bed.

“I told them you were working yourself into a coma. That explains your fainting," Katie spilled.

I didn't recall asking her to speak on my behalf. She spilled too much information that should have been kept off the record.

“I’m good,” I insisted and shut my eyes.

“Thermometer now,” the nurse requested. I passed it to her and breathed slowly.

“The doctor will be here to discharge you," the nurse assured.

“She can't go home; she’ll just go back to the office. I don't want that," Katie opposed the nurse order.

“I’m not staying another second here; I don't give a damn if I have to crawl out the door,” I spoke in an angry tone.

“You have to assure me of not returning to your office. Is that a deal?" The nurse urged me.

“The trip to Singapore,"

I reminded Katie.

“Of course, yes.”

Katie winked at me.

“You could use that trip as a chance. Remember, you haven't gone for a vacation in years," Katie added.

“Great! But that would be after the work appointment with Marcos; that's his name, right?” I asked with a smile.

“Good to see your sense is working pretty well after what your head has been through in recent times,” she teased me.

“What about Sebastian?” I asked and checked around for my phone. “Did you inform him? Has he visited me in the hospital?”

As I voiced it, I could feel the air become thick with suspense.

The nurse fixed her gaze again and uttered something about getting the doctor as she stormed out of the ward.

“I reached out to him, but it ended in a voicemail. I sent texts too, but he hasn't responded,” she replied.

I feigned a smile on my face and didn't consider the consequences of those few lines.

If I had been hospitalized for a few days in a coma and the person I call my husband wasn't concerned enough to see how I was faring, why on earth do I still need to be in the marriage?

“Can you please pass my phone?” I requested it, and she reached into her jacket and passed it to me.

I turned it on and called Sebastian number. He didn't pick up the first time.

I tried for the second time, he uttered something about calling me back and didn't bother to get my response before terminating the call.