Revenge After Divorce (Olivia and Nick) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 0072 

NICK 

While we were busy glaring at each other, doctors ran past is going to the direction of Olivia’s room. As if we planned it. All three of us ran there as well, my heart was already beating fast worried that something might have happened to her while we were busy arguing out there. Which we got there, we stood by the door and watched as the doctor took out the tubes from her mouth. 

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eyes were closed and for a minute there I thought she was dead. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach and my knees grew weak. That was until she coughed that my world lit up again. I walked forward and frowned looking at me. I stopped in my tracks remembering that we were not on the best of terms. 

My sister was right, I was the one getting close to Olivia and she was not there with me, she didn’t even know what was happening the past two weeks. “Water.” Her voice was scratchy, and Ethan jumped and poured water for her and helped her drink. My sister was right about him too. My best friend had feelings for my wife. 

“How are you feeling?” Marens asked now standing on her left while Ethan stood on her right. I was standing at the foot of the bed not too close. I didn’t even know when Marcus got to her side as I was focusing only on her, happy that she woke up and was okay. 

“Like I have the biggest hangover of all time, my head is killing me.” the doctor smiled. “It seems everything is alright. I will send a nurse to bring you something for the pain. Welcome back Mrs Jones.” He said then walked out leaving us with a confused looking Olivia. 

She looked between me, Ethan and Marcus. Am sure wanting answers about being called Mrs Jones. The morons looked at me, selling me out to the woman. “Am glad you are Okay Olivia; Samuel will be happy to see you.” I wasn’t about to talk about what they wanted me to talk about. 

She gave me a cold look and my heart sank. She still hated me. “What are you doing here?” I lifted my head to look at her when she asked that. I pleaded with my eyes hoping she would see how much I wanted to be there and how sorry I was for everything. But she continued to look at me coldly. 

I looked at the two morons hoping they would plead my case, but they kept their mouths shut and their eyes on the ground as if there was something very interesting on the tiled floor. “I will go call your nanny and tell her to bring Samuel.” She said nothing just watched me closely. Sighing, I turned and walked out. 

I watched from the glass on the door as she turned to Marcus smiling at him. She liked him, I could tell because she used to smile at me like that. look at me like that. it seemed my friend and I lost to the not so new guy. Sighing I turned away from the door. 

My chest tightened and I held on to the wall. “Son, what’s wrong?” I straightened and gave him a brave face. “Am fine dad.” He had a lot to deal with already with mother, he didn’t need to worry about me too. “I was told r awake,” I nodded. 

“Yes, I came out here to call the nanny to bring Samuel.” 

“You don’t look alright; do you want me to call the doctor to check on you?” I shook my head. 

“You had a heart attack, Nick. You are allowed to rest and take care of yourself. Olivia is awake now and she is going to be ok. You can take care of yourself.” 

That’s just it, she was going to be okay which was what I wanted. But how okay was she going to be. No one knew what she was feeling after what happened, everyone is just seeing the brave face she puts on but was she ok?! didn’t think so. 

“Am fine dad, really.” He was not convinced but he nodded, “Did you come here to see Olivia?” he sighed. “No, I 

e here to get 

to get you your mother wants to see you.” mychest tightened, and tension gathered on my shoulders. Was my mother alright, was she ever going to be alright? 

It seemed the women in my life were suffering in silence wille putting on a mask for the world. “Don’t look so worried now, she is alright and just wants to see her son.” Dodded sending a text to the nanny telling her that Olivia was awake, I shoved it in my pocket and straightened volding the pain in my chest. 

“Let us go see mother then.” Eather led the way, and I followed touching my chest trying to sooth the pain. When we got to the psych ward, I hesitated before moving forward. They say when a person comes to this floor of the hospital, they never fully recover, and they become patients forever. 

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