Caleb’s POV
As I step closer to Aria's bed, my heart is heavy with worry. Machines beep quietly around her, and I feel a rush of anger. Why the f**k did she have to do this now? Day in and day out, she was straying far and far off the deal.
I take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth that reminds me of how she used to hold my hand tightly. Nowadays, she wouldn't even pretend to hide her disgust.
“I’m here, Aria,” I say softly, putting on the act of the caring husband. “I’ve been worried sick about you. You need to wake up, okay?”
I lean in closer, whispering so only she can hear me. “If you don’t wake up soon, weakling, they’ll come for you. I know you can hear me, b***h. Wake the f**k up!”
I pull back quickly, checking for any sign of movement. I see her eyes still closed, her face
