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owing calendar reminder on my phone: Marriage Contract Expiration: 3 Days. My

rs at the far end of the hall crashed open. The violent

it was rumpled. His tie was missing. In his arms, he carried a bleeding

his embrace. I stared at the custom platinum cufflinks glinting under the lights-the

e floor cleared! N

ting off the walls. The on-call doctors froze, intimidated by th

ney loaded with a screaming, blood-covered drunk suddenly barreled into the traum

nto the trauma bay to assist. In the split second the attending physician was tied up with another critical arrival, I read the monitor's

y face. I ducked, the air rushing past my ear, and used his mo

r shrieked a hig

edative through his IV line. The erratic lines on the

to own the room. I pressed two fingers against the pulse point on my wrist. My heart hamme

y from my husband. My

oms," I said, my voice en

sk. Panic flashed in his ice-blue pupils. His hands instinctively tig

mper escaped from b

t sound. It was Jayme Silva. The spo

rrel's arm. Dark, wet blood stained the expensive fabric. M

at to assess the bleedin

ntly shoved

ivate trauma room ready!" he

nto the edge of the nurse's station. A sharp pain shot up my spine, but i

with a gurney. I was forced to

c clipboard. I watched Darrel gently stroke Jayme's

ere covered in aggressive red marks. Th

ound machi

m. Given the extensive bruising on her inner thighs and the signs of pelvic trauma, this is typically caus

into Darrel's arm, let

de of gray. He twisted his platin

through the triage paper. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of playing the perfect, qu

close to me. "Do you kn

ing his brother's fiancée.

PR agent to prep his private helicopter. He was alr

g in pain. Darrel kicked a red biohaza

t it upright. I pulled a critical condition consent for

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of emotion in my eyes. He snatched the pen and s

y back on him and walked out of th

ked shut behind me,

my phone from my scrub pocket. The screen still

tract Expira

e notification to the top. The la

hicago night. I peeled off my bloody lat

ed at my pale face in the mirror, a