Page 52 of Anchor

Both women are fucking suffocating me, especially Tara, which is surprising, to say the least.

The woman ruined my wife’s childhood and outlook on relationships with men; she’s a big part of the reason my wife kept filing for a fucking divorce instead of giving me another chance.

I mean, I get it, a few months to a year, sure, but not fuckingten goddamn years!

As soon as I touch the handle to her door, my body deflates, the day taking its toll—the fucking month more like it….

Not looking up, not ready to see my lifeless wife, I quietly shut the door and walk over to the chair, throwing my cut on it beforeI carefully remove my shirt. I grunt at the pull on my ribs before I turn and finally look at my wife—my breathing halts, my body freezing.

Ice blue eyes stare back at me, then drift down my chest, and very slowly, my wife, my fucking beautiful wife, takes in my form, going over my cuts and bruises, all while I stay frozen, wondering if I’m seeing things.

She’s awake—holy fuck, please tell me I’m not dreaming….

My pulse races, and my thoughts go haywire the longer she’s quiet.

Fuck, does she remember me?

Does she remember our son?

Oh shit, can she even speak?

Panic hits me hard as her eyes return to mine, and confusion shines in hers, and I fist my hands.

Please, please, please….

She furrows her brows as the door to her room opens again, but we don’t look away from each other; I physically fucking can’t. My heart is pounding, fear running through me as Cassidy snaps, “I meant what I said, Anchor….”

I’m not really shocked she followed me here, but, fuck, am I glad right now.

I feel her come up to me and nudge my arm to get my attention, but I don’t look away from my wife.

“C-Cassidy,” Heaven chokes out, getting her attention, and Cass gasps.

“You’re awake….”

I stay fucking frozen.

Heaven recognizes Cassidy, which is good, right?

She can talk, yet she has said fuck all to me.

Heaven doesn’t look away from me, her eyes growing cold, and my panic turns to absolute terror until she says, “What i-in the h-hell happened t-to my husband?” and everything in me, all the worry, the pain, the heartbreak crash into me like a fucking truck.

“Fuck,” I choke and stumble forward, and without a single care in the world, my knees collapse to the floor, my legs giving way as I place my head against my wife’s empty stomach, my tears falling hard and faster, my body trembling.

She grips my hair, and I croak out, “Fuck,” again, reality catching up with me.

She’s awake, she’s a fucking wake, and she remembers me….

“I-I, I’m going to let the doctor know you’re awake, but I’ll tell him to give you both a minute…. God, it’s good to see you, Heaven,” Cass sobs before I hear the door open and shut.

“I missed you, Angel,” I choke out after a few minutes, and her grip tightens.

“M-Micha?” she questions, and I look up at her.

“He's with my dad, safe. He’s been here every single day, Heaven, before I take him home, and then come back to stay with you,” I reply as I raise my hand and cup her cheek.

Fucking hell, she’s really awake….

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