My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan)

CHAPTER 079: Visitor's Pass Luke~~

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They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die. It's happening to me right now, except I'm not dying. But it sure feels like it. How had I been so stupid? I let my anger get the best of me, and now that witch is hospitalized.

Sara. The name burns through my mind like an acid. My fists clench against the sheets. All she needed was a reason to make my life miserable, and I gave it to her on a platter of gold.

I rake a hand through my hair, staring at the ceiling, as if the textured white paint can offer some sort of divine answer. It doesn't. My mind replays yesterday in flashes: her smug face, the way her voice dripped with condescension, how my chest tightened as she spoke like Juan's death was nothing more than an unfortunate mishap in her charmed life.

The anger had felt like a living thing inside me, roaring to life with every word she said. And now she's in a hospital bed, unconscious.

I groan, turning onto my side. My eyes fall on Julie. She's still sleeping, her face soft, peaceful, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside me. Her hair is splayed out over the pillow, and her slightly parted lips look like they're murmuring something. God, have I fucked this up too?

The thought makes my chest tighten. Julie doesn't know the full extent of what happened last night. She knows enough to ask questions I don't want to answer, but she's too kind, too patient to push me.

I don't deserve her.

I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, wincing when the mattress shifts under my weight. Julie stirs, letting out a soft hum before settling back into her dreams. I hold my breath, waiting for her to wake up. But she doesn't. Good.

My clothes are on the floor, where I threw them last night before falling asleep. I grab them and start dressing, moving slowly. When I'm done, I glance back at her, still asleep, still beautiful.

The notepad on the bedside table catches my eye. I tear off a sheet, the sound deafening in the quiet.

'Gone to the hospital. Didn't want to wake you. I'll call later.'

I set the note down next to her, pausing as I do. My hand hovers above her face, itching to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes, to leave one last kiss on her lips. But I don't, not wanting to risk waking her

I feel like this is the last time I'll see her-or the last time I'll see her like this, Peaceful. Trusting.

I shake my head and step back, the ache in my chest growing heavier with every passing second.

In the hallway, the silence feels louder. I head down the stairs. My keys jangle in my pocket as I step out into the early morning light.

The cool air hits my face. I get into my car and sit there for a moment, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Then I drive to the hospital.

I try to focus on the road, but my mind keeps replaying Sara's fall, the sound of her body hitting the stairs, the split second where time seemed to freeze.

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CHAPTER 079: Visitor's Pass

Was it an accident?

Yes.

Could I have stopped it?

Maybe.

Did I push her?

No. But try telling that to her. Or the doctors. Or anyone else who's been waiting for me to screw up so they can hang me with it.

I grip the wheel harder, the leather biting into my palms.

By the time I pull into the hospital parking lot, my stomach is churning. The fluorescent lights inside the building feel harsher than usual. I take a deep breath and step inside, bracing myself for whatever comes next. Inside the hospital, the scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. The receptionist at the desk looks up, her expression blank but polite.

"I'm here to see Sara Gonzalez," I say, keeping my tone steady, though my insides are twisting

She types into her computer, her nails clicking against the keyboard like tiny hammers.

""Relation?"

I hesitate. Ex-husband isn't exactly a title I wear with pride. "I'm... a friend," I say. "I brought her in last night. My name is Lucas Martinez."

• Her eyes flick up, scanning me briefly. "You'll need a visitor's pass.'

She reaches under the desk, pulling out a small laminated card with a clip. "Room 317. Take the elevator to the third floor, turn left, and follow the signs.

I nod, mumbling a quick "thank you" before taking the pass. As I walk toward the elevators, the weight in my chest grows heavier.

When I reach Sara's room, I pause outside the door, my hand hovering over the handle. Through the small glass pane, I can see her sitting upright on the bed, dressed in pale blue hospital scrubs that seem far too serene for the chaos she brings. Her dark hair is pulled back, though a few strands have escaped, framing her face. There's a band-aid on her forehead and a faint bruise forming around her left eye.

And, of course, she's eating Jell-O.

I push the door open, stepping inside. Her eyes meet mine and she immediately straightens, setting the plastic cup of Jell-O aside.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi."

She tilts her head, studying me with that sharp gaze of hers that always made me feel like a specimen under a microscope. "Did you bring chocolates?" ""What?"

"Anything to eat," she says, gesturing to the Jell-O. "This stuff tastes like regret and broken dreams."

"I'll get something for you shortly."

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CHAPTER 979 Visor's Pass

As I turn to leave, her voice stops me.

"Lucas."

I freeze. It's been years since she's called me that, and it feels like a ghost rising from the grave. I turn back to face her, bracing for whatever manipulation she's about to unleash. "I know," she says, her voice softer now. "I know you didn't push me."

Relief rushes through me. But before I can exhale, she continues.

"But I know you didn't do anything to stop the fall either. You came to my house, got me agitated, and caused me to fall down the stairs. So it's your fault."

The relief evaporates.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't have gone there."

"Sorry isn't enough." She picks up her Jell-O again, stabbing at it with the plastic spoon like it's personally offended her.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Come closer, Lucas."

I hesitate, but her eyes lock on mine, challenging me. Against my better judgment, I step forward.

She sniffs the air around me, an action so bizarre I almost step back.

"You smell like chocolate and lavender," she says. "Very different from yesterday. You were with a woman. Your girlfriend. The bitch you sent to me the other day."

I say nothing, my jaw tightening.

"She's not your type, Lucas."

Her words hit a nerve, and my patience snaps. "What the fuck do you want, Sara?"

"You."

The simplicity of her response makes me recoil, disgust rippling through me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She leans forward, her eyes gleaming with something dark and twisted. "Five years ago, I went to prison for something that wasn't my fault. You asked why I took Juan. I took him because he was the key to your heart. Not me. Not anybody else. I tried. I begged. I even sent people to you. You refused to let me come back." "You cheated on me with my friend," I say, my voice rising. "And then you fucking left. I was supposed to let you in because you were sorry?"

""Yeah. We were married."

"And that's supposed to mean anything?"

"Yes, it does. Marriage is sacred."

"Jesus, listen to yourself. I thought prison was for reformation."

"It is," she says, shifting more toward the bed's edge. "It is, Lucas. And that's what I've been thinking about since I woke up. I'm reformed. And I realize I was crazy. Joseph seduced me, and I fell for his charms. I'm not crazy anymore. You're the right one for me, Lucas. And I want you back."

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I scoff. "How hard did you hit your head?"

Her expression darkens. "I'm getting you back, one way or another."

"In your dreams, Sara."

She smirks, leaning back against the pillows. "Here's how this is going to work. I get out of bed, ask for a phone, call my parole officer, and tell him I was assaulted by my ex-husband."

"I did no such thing."

"Oh?" She tilts her head, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "But you came to my house late at night, didn't you? You came when I was alone. And then I magically fell down the stairs. Who do you think they're going to believe? The press will be all over this. America's big CEO, charged with assault and attempted murder."

I hate to admit it, but she's right. The optics are terrible. My silence only seems to encourage her.

"Or," she continues, "you could break up with your girlfriend and come back to me."

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's a simple case, Lucas." Her smile widens, but there's no warmth in it. "If I can't have you, no one else will."