Chapter 80 Enemy by His Bedside

Two days later. Chase opened his eyes to the incessant beeping of the heart monitor. The first thing he felt was a profound sense of loss, like a part of him was missing. The next thing he remembered was the sight of Mirabel in that garden, him losing her, seeing the look on her face. Panic flared through him. He lurched up from the bed, grabbing the first person he saw. “Where the hell is my wife? Where is she?!” “Oh my god, you're awake!” The nauseously familiar voice came from the person he was holding. He blinked once, blinked twice and his eyesight cleared instantly. It was Cara. He let go of her immediately, a glare transforming his entire stance to huge and menacing. “Was it you? Was it you who fucking shot me in the back like damn pussy?!” Cara shrank back in fear, “um, I think, I think you should calm down, Chase—” She was busy pressing the button on the bedside with one hand, hoping to god that the nurses showed up before he ate her alive. “Don’t fucking tell me to