My Husband Hates Me

Trapped In The Ward

Sophie's Point Of View

“Why isn't he taking my calls?” I said angrily.

“That’s the first time he's answered the phone since I attempted to call him. Maybe you should call him again?” She suggested.

I blinked as tears prepared to align at the corners of my eyes.

“Of course, I will do that.

If I haven't returned home for a long time, you'd think the man I married would be concerned enough to come look for me, don’t you believe so?” I asked Katie to start typing out a message.

I was angry, not because I wanted Sebastian to demonstrate any form of concern to me.

He has shown a track record of being nonchalant in that area. I bet the staff at the company is aware of my episode.

If my husband cannot keep up the affairs of a hardworking husband, the gist that has been going around town would be believed.

“The jerk is going to cost us our contract, why is this my story all the time?” I mumbled and placed the phone to my ear.

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as the call connected.

I let out a deep sigh when he finally answered the phone, “What the heck?”

“What do you want?” He impatiently yelled at me.

“What do you mean by that? Did you receive my text? How about Katie’s numerous messages? Do you have a clue where I am right now?" I asked thousands of questions because I knew he might want to end the call really soon. I wouldn't want that to happen. Reaching out to him is more than just a miracle.

“I guess you're at some work station or occupied up in the room with your eyes on your computer.” He keeps guessing until he gets fed up and threatens to terminate the call.

I wanted to say something but heard him speak to someone in the background.

“It may interest you to know that I’m in the hospital. Of course, I haven't visited the house for a couple of days because I was unconscious. I did the telling since he didn't care to ask.

"Did you observe my absence for once?” I asked, holding my tongue from giving a more sarcastic speech.

“Not sure,” He answered, and I stifled a gasp.

“Well, I wasn't home.

Can we have this talk later? I have something to attend to,” he tried to hang up the phone.

“Our life depends on this marriage, man, you know that. I bet you've heard about the rumours of you being," I initiated a conversation.

However, he shut me out saying, "I don't give a damn,

“You don't give a damn, I do. Our marriage and assets do. We have a multi-billion dollar company because our families work as one.

If you don't regard our marriage as a sacred union, at least regard the contract and come take me home from the hospital,” I pleaded, trying to contain the wave of anger that was stored in my chest.

I could hear the faint ringing in my ears again, “No point in being bothered by that.

“All you do is make me sad, do you really love it?” I said, and he hung up.

I tossed away the phone and glared at Katie who tried to keep an unreadable reaction m

“Is he coming?” She asked.

“I have no idea.

I guess I just have to wait." I sighed in fatigue.

"I don't know how to remind him that keeping a united marriage is important. If people are already talking about the case, even if it were accurate, wouldn't the right thing to do be trying to debunk it?” I started to ramble to myself. I was afraid I was raving mad.

“Maybe, I think,” Katie answered and stared at me in despair.

“Sebastian does otherwise. First, he was caught in the restaurant with a lady, and now this? He shouldn't have returned to New York,” I lament again.

The migraine begins to get worse. I placed my palm to my head and laughed. “I’ll fetch the nurse myself,”

“No, don't.

I'll do that,” Kate said and ran out of the ward as the machine beside me kept beeping.

I could hear my heart beat against my chest, forcing me to burst any minute now.

My forehead begins to feel wet, and beads of perspiration form on my face.

I shut my eyes and tried to steady my breath as I slipped into an eternal slumber.

“How’re you doing, Miss Stan?” A dark-haired lady in blue overalls asked as my eyes forced open.

I glared at her and checked in the opposite direction to see Katie dozing on the couch.

“Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.

“I’m the doctor. Denise McJob” She answered.

She points to the clock. “It's night already. I bet you met my colleague,"'

“I'm seeing you for the first time,” I said softly and looked at the clock. It was three AM, and we were still in the hospital.

I felt a lot better than I was after the talk with Sebastian, but something was missing. He still hasn't shown up to come get me.

“My husband,” I cleared my throat.

“Was he here? I called him before,” I asked her and she nodded her head.

“I’ll ask the nurses to know if he showed up before. Like I said, I wasn't in the previous shift," She answered, then proceeded to check my vitals and ask how I was faring.

I told her, “I want to return home. I don't want to stay here for another night,”

As we discussed, Katie woke up and heard the conversation, trying to stay in slumber.

The doctor vacated the ward after agreeing to discharge me.

Excitedly, I grabbed up my phone to call the driver.

“It's three AM, Sophie, let the driver sleep. I sent him home a long time ago, we could book a cab to take us to the estate,” Katie suggested as I turned on the phone.

I thought about what she had said and agreed to let her get a cab. A few minutes later, we were walking out of the ward when we heard loud voices of people rushing someone down the lobby area in a wheelchair.

We walked out of the way to grant them access. As we arrived in the lobby area, I saw someone who made my heart skip.