The Fake Wife

Wife

Jake

I freed Tommy's hand and gave the man my driver's licence, proving I was Jacob Stewart and the surname would match. "She left the house without documentation, and right now, we can't wait for me to go get it," I told him.

He looked at the children, and I called my secretary before he could talk further. "Jessica. I need you to put me in touch with Paul Davis, the director of Mount Sinai Hospital. Tell him it's an emergency."

After speaking with Jessica, I took back my driver's licence from him. He had written my information and her made-up name on the file. Well, at least I knew her first name. I looked at the nurse and said. "Mister Davis plays golf with my father. He will take care of everything. As soon as I talk to him, he will call this hospital's director, and you will not have to worry about getting in trouble for helping me."

I did not wait for his response. Instead, I walked to the chairs in the corner, afraid he would find another problem with my plan. My arms were tired of carrying the heavy baby carrier for too long. I put Tommy on my lap and the carrier on the chair beside me. Tommy stayed quiet, and I was thankful for it.

My phone rang, and it was Paul. I talked to him, and in less than 10 minutes, I started seeing people on her bay getting her prepared. Paul called again, saying someone would airlift her to his hospital. It was a relief. I thanked him and headed back to get my car to drive to the other hospital.

The annoying nurse came running behind, calling my name when I tried to leave the hospital. He gave me a plastic bag with only a metro card, keys and a broken phone. "Your wife's belongings. You forgot it upstairs."

I took the bag from him and nodded. "Thank you."

I started thinking as soon as I put the car in motion. Why did she only have those things? Where was her bag or ID? She could have had her ID with the metro card in her pocket. Who walked around New York without their driver's licence or any other identification?

When we got to the VIP suite, two nurses came to help the children. At last, I had a minute alone to myself. After waiting a few minutes, two nurses wheeled Alison to the suite, followed by a doctor who introduced himself.

"Hello, Mister Stewart, I am Doctor Smith. I am the neurosurgeon in charge of your wife's case."

"My wife!" My head screamed. Well, the charade got her the special medical attention she needed. Sure, it was a small price to pay. Once she was well, I would explain to her the reason for the lie.

Doctor Smith started the conversation by praising his performance on the field and his achievements. Sure, his boss Paul made the call, and he felt obliged to tell me how capable he was of treating my fake wife.

But I could no longer listen to him and cut him in the middle of his sentence. "Sorry, Doctor Smith, I don't mean to be rude, and I am sure you are more than capable, but what I want to know now is about her condition."

The way he looked at me, I realised why he was stalling. He was not bearing good news. "She has many bruises on her body from the impact and might be sore for a while. The good news is she broke no bones."

He walked closer to her bed, and I followed him. The girl now had a neck brace she was not wearing at the other hospital. Bruises on the left side of her face were already visible, and they would surely turn a deep purple by tomorrow. She also had a bandage on her head.

"The neck brace is only for precaution. You shouldn't worry. She got 12 stitches on the side of her forehead. A plastic surgeon was called to make sure the scar would be minimal. The head CT scan showed no internal bleeding, but what worries me the most is the swelling in her brain. We will see how it progresses in the next day or two."