An Affair With My Ex
Chapter 88

Alex's

POV.

"I'll do just as you've ordered me to, Sir!" King stated, inclining his head to the ground. The words stung me like a sharp dagger, reminding me of the reality of my situation. I had to leave my company behind, entrusting King with the safety of my transactions, while I went to be with my wife.

It was already a new day and I needed to go meet Abby at the hospital, knowing fully well that she needed me to be by her side. I couldn't bear the thought of her being alone, facing whatever challenges lay ahead without me.

I dashed out of the house, not bothering to take a second look, as my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Abby's wellbeing. Without hesitation, I went over to where my car was parked, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I climbed into it and without hesitation or thinking twice, I drove out of the compound and headed for the hospital where my wife was. My mind was racing, trying to prepare myself for what I might face when I got there.

As I drove to the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger, pain, and hurt wash over me. The anger was directed at the unfairness of it all, that Abby had to go through such a difficult time. The pain was a result of my own helplessness, my inability to do anything to ease her suffering. And the hurt, the deep emotional pain that gnawed at my heart, was caused by the thought of losing her.

I never imagined that my own Abby would be paralyzed, I never imagined that she would be in such a situation because of the silly mistakes of a madman who wanted revenge, Jack. It felt like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from, but the reality was harsher than any dream. The thought of Abby being confined to a wheelchair, unable to move or feel her legs, broke my heart into a million pieces.

Soon, I got to the hospital venue and the second I stopped my car, I climbed out of it instantly, walking into the hospital. The hallways were eerily quiet, and the only sound I could hear was the clicking of my shoes on the tiled floor. I had never felt so alone, so lost, so helpless in my life.

"Hello Alex...how have you been?" I met with Doctor Albert who first welcomed me with a bright smile on his face. I could see the concern in his eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to respond to his greeting. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Abby, and the uncertainty of her future.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," I finally managed to say, my voice choking with emotion. "I can't say I've been well." I understand, Alex," he said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Abby is in good hands, we're doing everything we can to help her recover." I nodded, grateful for the reassurance, but it didn't make me feel any better. I needed Abby to be okay, I needed her to be able to walk again, to run, to dance, to live a normal life. But the reality was that her recovery would be a long and challenging journey, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what lay ahead.

I would have loved to reciprocate his love and smile towards me but a man with a dying wife had nothing to smile about. My heart was heavy, and I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. All I could do was pray, hope, and be there for Abby, every step of the way.

"Is Abby in her room?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I swept Doctor Albert off his feet. I was certain he didn't expect me to just ignore his greetings and act like he said nothing to me. My only focus was on Abby and I needed to see her.

"Abby?? Well, she's.. she's in her room!" He responded, with a stuttering voice which I appreciated. I couldn't bear to make small talk with him, not when Abby was in pain and needed me by her side.

I immediately walked past him and headed for Abby's room without turning back. As I walked down the hallway, my heart was racing with worry and fear. I didn't know what I would find when I got to her room, but I knew I had to be strong for her, to show her that I was there for her no matter what.

The second I got to her door, I halted. Her soft gentle sobbing voice from inside her room had caught me off guard. I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes as I listened to her cries. It broke my heart to hear her in such pain, and I wished there was more could do to ease her suffering.

"Did you sleep at night?" I mumbled, still standing outside her room door in grief. I knew it was a silly question, but I had to ask. I needed to know if she was getting any rest, if there was anything I could do to make her more comfortable.

I pushed the door open and walked inside. The room was dimly lit, and Abby was lying in bed, her face contorted with pain. I could see the tears streaming down her face, and it was all I could do to keep from breaking down myself. "Hey, baby," I said, walking over to her bedside and taking her hand in mine. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Abby looked up at me, and for a moment, our eyes met. It was as if we were communicating without words, and I knew in that instant that we would get through this together, no matter what.

Abby's sudden question pierced through me, and I felt a lump in my throat as I tried to come up with an answer. "Why didn't you tell me this before? Why did you hide it from me?" Her tone was accusatory, and I could see the hurt in her eyes, which made me feel even more sad.

I took a moment to compose myself, my lips sealed as I stared into her eyes. "I'm sorry," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I...I just didn't want to..."

Abby's expression softened, and she reached out to place a hand on mine. "It's fine," she said gently. "It's not like it was your fault...I was the one who had run into the bullet!" Her voice was filled with regret, and I could see the pain and hurt in her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I felt a surge of emotion within me as I watched Abby cry. I wanted to do something, anything, to make her feel better. "I believe this will be over soon, Abby," I said, tightening my grip on her hand. I tried to feign a smile on my lips, hoping to cheer her up, even if it was just a little bit.

As I saw Abby's downcast expression, my heart sank. I knew I had to do something to lift her spirits. I couldn't bear to see her so sad and gloomy. I wanted her to be strong and courageous, just like she had always been.

"I promised you that I'll always be here for you, and I meant it," I said, assuring her over and over again. "Anytime you need me, I'll be right here by your side." I wanted to make her feel special, and wanted her to know that she was not alone. "And...don't forget we have Jay to take care of," I added, hoping to lighten the mood a little. "He's been giving King a lot of headaches recently." Abby's face brightened a bit at the mention of their son, and I felt a glimmer of hope.

"King must be devastated!" Abby chuckled softly, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. At least she was happy, at least she was smiling. It was all that mattered to me at that moment.

As I turned towards the door, a knock interrupted our conversation. I quickly called out for the person to come in, and the door opened to reveal King, my assistant.

"King?" I called out, surprised to see him there.

"We need to talk, sir!" King stated, his tone serious.

I felt a sudden sense of foreboding, my mind racing with all sorts of possibilities. What could be so important that he had to come and see me in person?

My heart thumped in my chest, and I swallowed hard before replying. "What is it, King?" My voice came out barely above a whisper, and I could feel the tension building in the room. He looked as though it was urgent and because of that, I wasn't sure I wanted Abby to hear him speak.

"Let's leave!"