Page 92 of Obsessive Love

"What do you remember?"

"The car flipped, Sophia fell into me, and when I tried to grab onto her, a searing pain shot through my body and I passed out. The next thing I remember was her face above me, and she was crying, and then everything's just blank."

"Well, that's not surprising since you had a part of the car door lodged in your stomach and were bleeding out. Jaylen managed to drag you both out of the car whilst I went after Dad."

"Did you get him?" I ask, interrupting his story.

"Yeah. The coward was hobbling down the road, and I chased him. We had an extremely heated conversation and then I shot him in the head. Three times to be exact, just to make sure he was dead."

I can hear the smirk on his face and I chuckle, before groaning as the side of my stomach pulses in pain.

"Thank God."

"Anyway, when I got back to where I'd left you all, Sophia was sitting on the grass with your head in her lap and her arm around Jaylen's body, screaming at you both to wake up."

My eyes shoot open as my heart constricts.

"What happened to Jaylen?"

He frowns and his mouth twists as he shakes his head.

"He's in a coma," he states, flicking his gaze over to where Sophia's sitting before taking the seat beside me. "The adrenaline running through his body must've helped him getyou and Sophia out of the car, but she said that while she was trying to keep you awake, he called her name, said something about not feeling well, and then passed out right next to her."

My heart cracks in my chest as I think about how devastating that must've been for her.

"Thankfully the ambulance arrived shortly after I got back to you all and once we got here, you both had to be rushed into surgery. Doctors told us that he had internal bleeding and a few broken ribs as well as a fractured skull from where he fell to the floor."

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, my eyes drifting over to Sophia.

"We don't know," he says, sighing heavily. "They said that they're hopeful of him waking up, but it could be a matter of days, weeks, months, or even years."

"I'm guessing she didn't take it well, did she?"

"Her and Jess have been beside themselves since they heard the news. Neither of them have left the hospital. Sophia's been staying in here and going back and forth between both of your rooms every day, waiting for one of you to wake up."

I feel guilty as I think about her going through all of this pain and suffering without me.

"Can you bring her to me?" I ask, turning to face my brother.

He raises his brows in surprise.

"What?"

"I want her to be with me and I want to be able to give her some comfort. So can you go over there and carefully pick your wife up and lay her on this bed with me?"

"Ex-wife," he states as he stands from his chair and walks around the bed towards the couch that Sophia's sleeping on.

"What?"

He smirks at me over his shoulder and then slides his arms beneath her body and carefully lifts her. She stirs in his arms, and he hurries her over to me. I stretch out my arm and clenchmy teeth as I scoot my body over, making some space for him to place her on the bed beside me.

She snuggles into my side, thankfully not waking up.

"Whilst you've been lazing about in this hospital bed for days, I got the divorce papers sorted, we both signed them and have sent them off. We're officially divorced, so you can stop snidely calling her my wife now."

A smile stretches across my face and I wrap my arm around Sophia.

"She can finally be mine."

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