“Open your mouth. Just a little water, okay?” Steven coaxed, holding a glass carefully to her lips.
Lucie was barely conscious, lost in the fog of her fever. She managed a few weak sips before drifting right back into sleep.
“Mr. Heath, her fever’s way too high,” the housekeeper said anxiously. “Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital?”
“Have the doctor come again. If her fever still won’t break, we’ll go then.”
“Understood.”
——
By the fourth day, after a whole new set of doctors had come and gone, Lucie’s fever finally started to go down. Steven never left her side, taking care of her himself. He even skipped going into the office, running his meetings from his laptop in her room.
“Hey, you’ve barely eaten in four days. Can you try a little soup?” he asked softly.
Lucie felt numb and weak, her head heavy and her body drained of any strength. She just lay there, barely alive, refusing to eat or drink.
Steven brought a spoonful of soup to her lips, speaking gently. “Please, just have a little. You can’t get better if you don’t eat anything.”
But she just squeezed her eyes shut, her heart sinking even further. She couldn’t believe how careless she’d been. Now, she was trapped, with no way out. Everything she thought she knew about him had been shattered. If she’d known how controlling and violent he could be, she never would have married him.

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