Triple Threat

~ELEVEN~

Grayson's POV

Its 9:42 pm, and all I do it just stare at her frail and limp body... Motionless and almost lifeless.

Her face is busted, scratched, bruised and stitched. But under those imperfections is perfection. My wife.

I stay quiet as I watch her chest rise and fall, but stall and then rise again. All I hear is the beeping of he monitor as it syncs with the beat of her heart... Which will soon be shattered, by my unforgivable decision to chase after the sinful lust and affection towards another woman... Chasing adultery.

My eyes fill with tears, and I blinked them away as I reminisced on every memory me and Miss shared. Every single memory.

It was the first time that I saw her, I knew I would marry her. I knew she will be mine. She had an impact on my heart and mindset, from the second we made eye contact.

I remember the day she walked into Mr. Townsens office... Arrogant, but yet sweet. The way she masked her emotions so easily with her toughness, and the way she expressed them through fighting.

I remember the night she gave herself up to me. Let me take the only thing valuable to her. She trusted me... And I failed. Like I'm doing now.

But the most important memory I remember... Was the day she told me she was pregnant... And I left her.

I just left her.

Like it was nothing.

Like what we were and what we had was nothing.

And I regret that day ever since.

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The night grows deeper, and time ticks away, as I still sit in he same position I placed myself when I first entered the room.

She was unresponsive. Her breathe shortening, shaky, and then deep again.

The would was wrapped, and a bright red gash was visible, and bleeding through the gauze.

If only I was there.

Fake bitch's POV :)

I read the texts, over and over.

He cut me off. He cut us off. He cut what we had off.

Grayson and I ... I could tell there was chemistry between the two of us from the start. It's inevitable.

I always had a thing for him... But I didn't think we would end up together... While he is married to my best friend.

I might seem like a disgusting, yeasty pussy, stank ass, two-timing, back stabbing, whore of a best friend... But their marriage was toxic...

He needed better. So I gave him better.

But now he cut me off. Just ended like that... Leaving me torn and pissed...

Grayson's POV

"Mr. Dolan, I need you to step outside please." The doctor said and i followed him through the door, leaving misa alone.

"Yes?" I asked eagerly and he sighed. "Mr. Dolan... Um..." He said and I shook my head. "Oh no no!" He said quickly, answering my question to my action. "She's in bad shape though. She has broken ribs, broken ankle, suffering from a concussion and the stab wound... Well..." He paused and I shook my head. "Well what?" I asked and he exhaled heavily.

"It ripped through her uterus, and she lost a lot of blood." He explained. "She will permanently not have the ability to have kids... And we have to operate a hysterectomy on her." He said and my heart dropped.

"I'm so sorry." He said and walked past me to her room with a few other nurses.

I watched them as they wheeled her to the operating room. Her limp body still unresponsive.

"I'm sorry. " I whispered to myself... "I'm sorry i fucked up... Again."