Ariana’s heart dropped to her stomach as anger and shock appeared on her face. Dennis stood in the doorway, a bouquet of roses in one hand and a smug smirk resting on his lips. He looked out of place in the pure white of the hospital room, like a stain that refused to wash out.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” she asked again, her voice stronger this time.
Dennis’s eyes flickered to her mother, then back to her. “Relax, babe.” He said, stepping further inside as if he belonged there. “I came to see mother. You know how much I like to visit her. I’m her favorite son-in-law.”
Ariana ground her teeth, her hands curled into fists. “Don’t call her that.” She warned.
He laughed, setting the flowers on the bedside table. “A VIP ward.” His gaze swept around the room, disbelief dancing in hi
