Wife's Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband-Chapter 30: Treatments

The guards held me down as Joshua completed a thorough examination while Lettie and Anya watched.

A strong tranquilizer in my orange juice kept me from caring as much as I should. I had a feeling I would after Joshua removed the speculum, and I could count to ten without pausing.

"No indication of recent sexual intercourse," Josh announced. "No indication of pregnancy. I’ve drawn blood. I should have the test results in a couple of hours. Maybe sooner."

"Just do it already," Anya said.

"Anya, my medical ethics prevent me from doing a drug-induced abortion on someone who isn’t pregnant. It can wait."

Anya said, "Then I’ll do it. Give me the syringe. Better safe than sorry. I’d have her tubes tied too if King didn’t want to use her as a broodmare."

"Anya, don’t make me do this."

Lettie said, "Do it, Joshua."

Joshua said, "If anyone is going to inject her, it should be me."

And then the needle entered my body.

Not ten seconds later, King entered the room. "Who gave you permission to touch my wife?"

"I’m sorry, King. I held off as long as I could," Josh said.

"What? You can’t say no?"

"I did. Mom overruled me."

King singled the guards to let me go. King saw I was drugged, and he’d seen the syringe in Josh’s hand.

"What did you give her?"

King wrapped his jacket around me as Josh gave him a rundown of the medications and possible side effects. The list was longer than I remembered, which proved just how out of it I was.

"Fucking asshole," King said.

He picked me up. I assumed he would take me back to our room to recover for the next round of whatever torture Anya and Lettie came up with for me. Instead, he headed toward the front door.

"Where are you going?" Lettie asked as she followed us through the house.

"We’re leaving."

"King, where are you going? When are you coming back? I’m your mother. Answer me."

"Not for a very long time. I’ll send Min to collect our things."

Lettie grabbed hold of King to stop him. "You can’t go. I won’t let you. We’re family. We’re stronger together."

"You said the same thing to Dad when he left. I remember."

"Yeah, and look at where he is now and look at where we are. I’m right."

"I have looked. Dad is happy in California with his new family. They laugh and smile. We follow the rules and kowtow to a mother who thinks she’s some kind of mythical god who can do whatever she wants without consequences.

"I’m done. You’ve gone too far this time."

"King, I did it for you. Teela’s not good enough for you. She’s not good enough for this family, and she embarrassed Anya with that scene at the store."

"Mom, did you watch the footage or just take Anya’s word for it because it seems like she’s using you like a puppet a lot lately."

Lettie’s slap rang through the air. "How dare you! No one tells me what to do."

"And that’s the problem."

King turned back to the door and walked away. He was buckling me into the car when Lettie emerged from the house and yelled.

"King Heavenly, if you leave this house with that woman, you’re fired. Do you hear me? Fired. You lose everything."

"Too late, Mother. I’m the majority shareholder. You can’t fire me."

As we cleared the estate gate, the cramp pains surpassed the effects of the tranquilizer. I moaned.

"Hold on. I’m taking you to the hospital."

I saw Father DiMarco’s minivan turn toward the estate.

"Stop the car."

"What?"

I pointed. "Friend. Please."

"You need medical help."

"I’m begging you." It amazed me how much effort it took to put together a complete, simple sentence.

King made a U-turn and pulled up next to Father DiMarco at the gate.

I fumbled with the seatbelt as another painful cramp coursed through me. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

King stopped me. "I’ll bring him to you."

Shortly after, Father DiMarco was kneeling in the car’s open door.

"Sweetheart, we were so worried. Are you okay? Silly question. You’re in pain. What can I do?"

"Come with me to the hospital. Don’t leave me. Don’t let them take me back to that house."

"Of course. Whatever you need."

Father DiMarco pulled his car to the side of the road and climbed into King’s backseat.

I vaguely recalled introducing the men, but after that, I was too busy trying to survive my personal hell, which included bleeding all over King’s car seat.

Father DiMarco used his flannel shirt to create a pad for me. He helped me shift around enough to get it under me while King sped through traffic while calling to arrange a police escort.

I felt like I was dying, or at least like I wanted to die, so a police escort didn’t seem out of line.

I passed out before we reached the hospital, but when I awoke, Father DiMarco was seated by my bed. King paced in the background.

"There you are. How’s my girl?" Father DiMarco asked.

I took a quick assessment. I was woozy, but the pain had passed.

"I’m okay."

"Do you need anything?"

"My phone. I think I left it in the Uber last night."

King said, "I’m on it."

He immediately called Min to either recover the phone or replace it.

"King told me a little of what happened. The doctor says you’ll be fine soon. I imagine it doesn’t feel that way now."

I nodded, but I knew I would never fully recover.

"It’s time for you to go," King announced.

"No! He can’t go. I need him here."

If Father DiMarco left, there was no telling what King would do. Father DiMarco was my lifeline. As long as I could see his face, I knew everything would be okay. He couldn’t leave.

King said, "I need to talk to my wife privately. I’m sure the Father can understand."

"How about I stretch my legs for a few minutes? I’ll be back in a little bit. Do you want anything to eat? Perhaps a nice soup?"

I shook my head. Food was the last thing on my mind. What King was going to throw at me next took priority.

King sat in the chair deserted by Father DiMarco as the older man closed the door behind him.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you."

I had no idea what I was supposed to say to that. I most certainly wasn’t ready to forgive him. I’d warned him that his mother would take it out on me if I returned to that house. I’d begged him not to take me there. He didn’t listen. And then he left me there with guards to confine me but not one to protect me.

"I won’t make you go back there, but Teela, I can’t let you leave me either. I’ve arranged for you to stay here in the hospital until I can make arrangements for an apartment and a car. If the doctor thinks you need one, I’ll hire a healthcare worker to accompany you home."

"I have a place to live. Just let me go."

"Teala, do you have to fight me at every step?"

I forced myself to sit up. I needed to be at his level so he might take me seriously for once.

"After everything that has happened? Yeah, King, I do. I fully intend to file police charges against your mother, Josh, and Anya, although I doubt the charges will stick to Anya. She’s too good at conning others to do her dirty work for her."

"You can’t do that. I’m not saying they are innocent, but you can’t drag the Heavenly name through the mud."

"I have a mouth. I have legal rights, so yes, I can, and I will."

"It won’t do you any good. You have no proof."

I arched my arm to encompass the entire room. "I think just being here will be proof enough."

"This is Josh’s hospital. The Heavenly family heavily donates to the hospital. His best friend since childhood treated you as a Jane Doe. There are no medical records that you’ve ever been here, and if this is what you wanted a phone for, then I’m afraid I can’t help."

"And yet you tell me you want to build a life with me. You put me in a position for these people to hurt me, then you tell me I can’t even seek justice."

I shook my head. "I don’t get you, King. You are so full of contradictions that I can’t keep up. And, frankly, I don’t want to anymore. Go back to your mother and continue to be her guard dog. Leave me alone. I’ll disappear."

"Don’t put me in the middle of a battle between you and my family, Teela. It’s not fair to me, and you won’t win. Be the good girl that I promised your mother to take care of. That girl was comfortable."

"King, why don’t you—"