In Love With My Bully-Chapter 86: Hospital Arrests

Nita’s POV

I arrived at the hospital with my heart in my hands. I sat in my car for almost fifteen minutes, staring at the hospital building like it was a haunted house.

I had switched off my phone to avoid last-minute distractions, but turns out I was my own biggest distraction. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and then sighed dramatically.

"Get it together, Benita," I muttered under my breath. "You made a decision, and you’re sticking to it."

Taking one final deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped out. And that was precisely when a car zoomed into the parking lot, missing me by mere inches.

I yelped, stumbling back against my car. Of course it was Victor behind the wheel. Who else would show up at the worst possible time, nearly running me over.

He stepped out of his car, wearing that I-have-something-important-to-say-but-I-know-you-won’t-like-it face.

"Nita, trust me. You do not want to do this," he said.

I folded my arms and tilted my head. "Are you trying to kill yourself or me? Because that parking job was criminal."

He exhaled frustratingly.

"I’m trying to stop you form making a terrible mistake."

I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of my head. "Nothing you say is going to make me change my mind."

Victor shut his eyes for a moment like he was fighting an internal battle. Then he took a deep breath. "That silent partner I told you about?"

I frowned. "What about it?"

"It’s you."

I blinked. "Come again?"

Victor shuffled on his feet like a kid caught stealing cookies. "It’s you. You’re the silent investor in Verna."

I let out a sharp laugh. "I’m very, very sure I have not, in any way, invested in Verna."

"We hid it well."

"We?"

"Myself and Richard."

At the mention of Richard’s name, my fingers curled into fists. "So even you can be bought by the almighty Numero. What, you guys are best bros now?"

"I wasn’t bought, and what’s so almighty about him?" Victor shot back. "That’s not the point. My point is, he’s been looking out for you."

I scoffed. "Your point still has no effect on my decision. I am still going in there and getting this baby out. And then, I’ll come back out and find another job."

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"Yeah, with money exchanging hands."

"Whether money exchanged hands or not, I would have still looked out for you," Victor insisted. "I offered you a job before he even suggested investing in Verna on your behalf."

I folded my arms. "So what am I supposed to do? Give the both of you a round of applause?"

Victor groaned, rubbing his temples. "What I’m saying is, give him a chance to explain."

"And where is he? Is he here? No! He left me, Victor. You once said our relationship was toxic. Did your opinion change?"

"Actually, I still think it’s toxic," he admitted with a shrug. "The man has too many enemies. But I do know that he loves you."

I threw my hands up. "I can’t believe this. You were once his biggest enemy! Remember when you had eyes for his wife and kissed his wife in his office building? That wife in question being me." I pointed at his face. "I vividly remember Richard punching you right in the nose."

Victor chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, good times."

I glared.

"Okay, okay, bad times," he corrected and sighed, slapping a palm to his head. "I swear, I haven’t met any woman as stubborn and pigheaded as you."

I smirked. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

Victor groaned again. "I have an actual point, and you’re deliberately missing it."

I sighed, glancing toward the hospital doors. "I have an appointment to keep, Victor. Goodbye. And find yourself a new auditor."

I turned to walk away, but his next words stopped me in my tracks.

"He left to protect you."

I turned back slowly. "What are you saying?"

Victor exhaled. "He told me before leaving. I tried to talk him out of it. After your accident, he came to me. He told me to take care of you. He said he would be stepping out of the picture... because every time you were in harm’s way, it was because of him."

I stared at him, my brain fuzzy.

"That was the moment I knew he truly loves you," Victor continued. "I used to think he wasn’t good enough for you. I thought you were in the wrong hands..." He paused, searching my face. "He told me to make my move, but I knew you loved him. You would never look at me the way you look at him. You would never see me like I was the biggest ice cream in the world."

A surprised smile escaped me.

Victor chuckled bitterly. "Every time I saw you two together, it was like you either wanted to rip off his head... or jump his bones. But I never really checked how he looked at you until Queen’s birth ceremony. He looked at you the way I look at you. He wanted you safe, happy. He was just too foolish to realize that your happiness was with him."

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Victor had never bared his heart like this before, not even when we were dating.

"I hear you, Victor," I finally said. "But I refuse to be the kind of woman who traps a man into a speedy decision because of a baby. I’m doing this. And if Richard truly wants me, we can begin all over again. Start fresh."

Without another word, I turned and walked into the hospital.

Doctor Sanders was already waiting when I arrived. The nurses helped me change into the surgical gown, and I was wheeled into the theater. I had insisted on walking, but hospital protocol didn’t care about my stubbornness.

As I lay on the bed, my nerves twisted in my stomach like a bad plate of spaghetti.

"Are you sure about this, Mrs. Numero?" Dr. Sanders asked.

"No," I admitted. "But let’s get on with it, shall we?"

She pulled up my gown and applied the cold gel to my stomach. I shivered but refused to look at the monitor. I knew what she was doing, and I didn’t want to see.

And then, suddenly, the lights went out.

"Umm... is this normal?" I asked, sitting up.

"No," Dr. Sanders replied.

There was a long silence.

Then, from outside, someone yelled—

"CODE BLACK! LOCKDOWN!"

Oh, hell no. Nothing was going my way today!

*****

If Martin drove any faster, I was sure we’d end up airborne. Scratch that, if he drove any faster, I’d be having an actual conversation with my ancestors or preferably my mother.

I clutched the handle above the car door desperately.

The speedometer needle was practically laughing at the concept of speed limits. Every red light we passed felt like a personal insult to road laws. Pedestrians scurried like we were the final boss in an action movie.

Then, of course, the police sirens started blaring behind us.

Fantastic. Martin sat there, unbothered.

He simply pressed down harder on the accelerator, weaving through traffic like a man who had nothing to lose. I, on the other hand, had everything to lose- namely; my wife, my daughter, my unborn child and my last meal, which was dangerously close to making a reappearance.

The cop car tried to pull up beside us. Martin glanced to the side and back on the road.

"I will get you to the hospital, sir."

Another cop car joined the chase. Then a third.

Martin was pulling some Fast and Furious level stunts. If I didn’t trust his skills, I would be saying my final prayers.

By some miracle, we skidded to a stop in front of the hospital.

"Go, sir! I’ll handle the cops!" Martin barked like a war hero heading to battle.

Before I could even react, three police cars surrounded us and officers jumped out, guns drawn.

"Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air!" one of them shouted.

Martin calmly put his hands out the window to signal he was unarmed.

You know what? He could handle himself. I had bigger problems.

I jumped out of the car, already sprinting toward the hospital entrance, when another scene stopped me in my tracks.

Victor. In handcuffs. Being led out by police.

He spotted me and sighed like a man who had absolutely no regrets.

"You owe me big time," he said.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

He smirked. Too proud. Way too proud.

"I had no choice," he said dramatically. "I cut the hospital’s power and dismantled the backup generator."

I nearly blacked out.

"You know you’re going to jail, right?"

He shrugged. "Worth it. Now go get your girl."

I actually felt something resembling brotherly love for this idiot.

I gave him a grateful nod and ran inside the hospital.