CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

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<MILAN, ITALY>Friday, July 16 9:30pm

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<MILAN, ITALY>
Friday, July 16 9:30pm

Aleksander got out of surgery a couple hours ago but still hasn't woken up. I was so terrified that he was going to die. I sat in the chair while he was on the hospital bed tubes in his nose.

Aleksander's parents were still on the plane when they heard he was shot. They got on the plane immediately but they had a five hour delay in Dubai.

"I'm sorry maybe if I had forgiven you this wouldn't have happened we would both be in bed right now probably in each other's arms" I said grabbing his hand.

"Or maybe if I had just never fallen in love with you you would have been okay. You would probably be at the bar with other women happy and healthy."

"I wish I could take everything back to where you would be okay not being in a hospital hurt" I said and felt his hand move in my hands.

I looked up seeing his eyes open and I gasped with a smile on my face.

"Aleksander" I whispered.

"Who are you?" He spoked.

It felt like my heart breaked into a million pieces.

"W-what do you mean?" I stutter.

"He means he doesn't remember you, are you that stupid? Now that he doesn't remember me, I can finally claim him for myself since you took him from me like the bitch you fucking are" A familiar voice said.

I turned around to see Camille. She had a smirk on her face while she stood at the door frame. She walked inside of the room standing beside him on the other side of the bed.

"Camille? What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm here to see my husband" She grabbed Aleksander's hand.

"He's not your husband he divorced you since all you did was bring random men into the house and fuck them who knows what std you have" I said.

"I would never, he is my husband, the love of my life"

Now that's a laugh.

"Aleksander she's lying I would never lie to my hubby"

"You're embarrassing" I mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up bitch and get out of my husbands room your literally bothering us" She yelled.

"No you-" I was cut off by a slap to my face.

"Do not slap me" I said sternly.

"Aleksander choose. Who are you going to believe over me your wife or the person that shot you, almost killing you" She said.

"I didn't shoot hi-"

"Let him choose you manipulative whore" She yelled.

Why can't I kill her?

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