Falling Into My Husband's Arms

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 689 | Released on: 30/03/2026

en only by the faint, rhythmic ticking of the

room, sweating profusely. A.C. Rowe stood right behind him. The doctor looked at the Wall S

or! Under the HIPAA privacy rule, you cannot disclose my

processed the doctor's pathetic attempt to hide behind policy. He turn

lso the majority shareholder of the firm currently bu

stantly. He read the entire surgical report out loud: Retina

ontacts listed, his thick eyebrows pulled together. His logical brain hit a massive error.

her. He just

P suite immediately," Jakobe

yelled, gripping the sheets. "I

"You can't even walk to the sink without falling over.

e, the air smelling of expensive lavender diffusers instead of bleach. The nur

t. The heavy door clicked

nds in his pockets, and stared out at the Manhattan skyli

phone screen lit up, a loud ch

ock the phone to delete it. But her thumb slipped, and s

laying the voicemail on maximum speaker volume. Hermin

minia's voice screamed from the speaker.

e, trying to press the power button,

inued, dripping with venom. "Use your body. Do whatever it takes to get Jakobe to inject capital i

rush the power button, and the phone went dea

of humiliation so massive it felt like a physical crushing weight slammed i

nd. His eyes were pitch black as he star

she was alone, why she acted like a cor

te her further. He just stood there in absolute silence

s of data and profit margins, a stra

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“I woke up from emergency surgery to repair a torn retina, completely blind and alone. The first phone call I received wasn't one of concern. It was my mother, furious that I had embarrassed our family by missing a business brunch. Her next order was chilling. "Go to your husband. Get pregnant. A Hartman heir is the only thing that will secure our trust fund." My husband, Jakobe Hartman, is a man who views our marriage as a corporate merger. Our hundred-page prenup has a clause that strictly forbids any emotional entanglement. He was the last person I wanted to see me so helpless. But then I stumbled blindly out of my room and crashed right into him. He found me weak and pathetic. He overheard my mother's abusive voicemail. He even listened in silence as I spun pathetic lies on the phone, pretending he was a doting husband just to get her off my back. I expected him to walk away in disgust. Instead, he moved me to the penthouse suite and sent me home in an armored car. I dismissed it as a cold calculation to protect his public image. I thought I was finally safe in my own apartment. I had no idea he was watching me on a live security feed, just moments after ordering the hostile takeover of my family's entire company.”