Angel's POV
My eyes squinted from the light in the room, a killing headache banged in my head making my eyes water. My eyes sting with tears remembering how he assaulted me.
He hurt me because I refused to love him and that made him mad enough to wreath his wrath.
The door opens and a middle aged woman walks in dressed in white coat, her hands in her pockets and a stethoscope dangling on her neck. She wore short bob hair, and had a mole on the left side of her cheek, her face gaunt and serious.
She checked my pulse nodding and went on running a full analysis and when she was done she heaved a sigh of worried relief. "Your husband is dead worried, good thing you, and your little one are out of harm's way?"
Salvatore?
"Husband?"
"Yes he is in the living room worried s
