[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 84: Recovery

Elijah’s pov ;

I thought I might find something useful from Samantha and her mother, but instead, they only made me angrier. Their cruel and vicious nature was on full display, and it was hard to imagine how Ash had survived living with them.

They said Ash in a coma for two years, which meant his suffering didn’t start just now—it had been going on since the accident.

My mind raced with questions. What exactly happened that night? Was he really just drunk and speeding? Was he reckless enough to kill two innocent people, or was there more to the story that hadn’t been discovered yet? The uncertainty gnawed at me.

I wanted to ask him about that night, but I was stuck in a dilemma. If I brought it up, Ash would question how I knew about the accident. And then there was the issue of the couple he supposedly killed—my parents. How could I ask him about it without holding him accountable for their deaths? It felt like an impossible situation.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the truth needed to come out. Ash’s suffering couldn’t be in vain, and the pieces of the puzzle had to be put together. I needed to know if there was another reason behind the accident, something that could explain everything.

Feeling a mix of anger, frustration, and determination, I left Samantha and her mother behind and made my way back to the hospital. freewebnøvel.coɱ

As I approached the hospital, my heart raced with nervous energy. It had been a long night filled with worry and fear for Ash’s well-being. But now, standing by his bedside, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. Despite the chaos in my mind, he looked so peaceful in his sleep.

I reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, revealing his closed eyes and serene expression. Leaning over, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal those beautiful brown eyes that always seemed to light up my world.

"Hey, love," I whispered sweetly, my voice barely audible in the quiet room. "Missed me?"

A smile spread across his gorgeous and delicate face as he fully woke up, like the sun breaking through dark storm clouds. He reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight.

"A lot," he murmured, his sleepy voice full of warmth and love.

I climbed onto the bed beside him, craving the physical closeness that brought a sense of calm to both of us. Our lips met in a tender but deep kiss, our bodies pressing together in perfect harmony. As we held each other close, Ash’s grip tightened like a koala clinging to its tree.

"I love waking up to your face," he breathed against my lips, his voice husky with passion. "It makes me feel safe."

"I’ll always be here for you, baby," I vowed, trailing my hand down his back in soothing circles. Our love was unbreakable and unwavering, and I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would be able to face them together with strength and devotion.

Despite my yearning for him, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was still in recovery. The desire to care for him overpowered any physical want I had for him. My lips pressed against his once more, lingering on each other’s warmth. "You need to rest, my love," I whispered, gently pulling back.

"But I want you," he whined, his fingers gripping tightly onto my hair.

"And you will have me," I assured him, my voice heavy with emotion. "But right now, your health and well-being come first. I need you to be strong and healthy."

He pouted, but I could see the understanding in his eyes. "Then don’t leave again. This is your punishment?"

Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead I let out. "I am here for you, and I won’t leave your side."

He nestled his head into the crook of my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin as he drifted back to sleep. Having him in my arms, my heart overflowed with love and protectiveness for this precious person that is the love of my life. He’s my world, and I would do anything to keep him safe.

In the days that followed, Ash and I settled into a routine at the hospital. I made sure to be by his side every step of the way, holding his hand and offering words of encouragement. Though he was initially resistant, he eventually started therapy, though opening up was still a struggle for him. But I remained patient, knowing that healing takes time.

In the mornings, we would take leisurely strolls around the hospital garden. Sometimes, I would read aloud from one of Ash’s favourite books. And other times, we would simply sit and talk about anything and everything, cherishing these moments together in the midst of a difficult time.

Ash’s laughter was like a symphony which would always fill my heart with warmth and joy. I treasured every sound that escaped his lips, making it my daily goal to bring forth the melody of his happiness. Whether it was through silly jokes, reminiscing on old memories, or simply being playful, I did everything in my power to keep his spirits high. At night, I would hold him close as we slept, reassuring him that he was not alone.

On one particular afternoon while he was in therapy, I took the chance to call Thomas since a few days back he called me to inform me that he investigated the case. I led him to a secluded spot outside where I could light up a cigarette and clear my mind. The familiar burn in my lungs provided a welcomed distraction from the chaos around us.

Thomas handed me a new report and I took it with a nod, eager to hear any updates on Ash’s condition. "Anything new?"

Thomas cleared his throat before responding. "I’ve stumbled upon something that may pique your interest. After Darren’s death, his office was sealed shut. I believe there is crucial information about Ash hidden inside, but I haven’t been able to gain access to that office "

My curiosity peaked as I took a drag from my cigarette. "What kind of information are we talking about here?"

"Records, files, and possibly even personal notes. Things that could potentially shed light on the truth of what really happened," Thomas explained with determination.

Exhaling another cloud of smoke, my mind raced with possibilities. "And you can’t get in because...?"

"The office is like Fort Knox. It’s nearly impossible to break into," He replied with frustration evident in his voice.

With a smug expression, I arched my eyebrows and let out a small chuckle. "You leave that to me. I’ll take care of it."

Thomas looked at me, his eyes reflecting relief and concern in equal measure. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

"I’ll get it done," I reassured him confidently. "I need to know every detail."

As Thomas left, I felt a renewed sense of resolution. There were still countless unanswered questions, but it’s not long before I found the answers. Finishing my cigarette, I made my way back to Ash’s room. His therapy session had just ended, and he was now resting.

Sitting by his side, I watched his serene face as he slept. The thought of what he had endured and the possibility of more challenges ahead weighed heavily on my heart. But I was resolute in my mission to protect him at all costs. He needed time to heal, and I would make sure he had everything necessary for that process.

Over the next few days, I kept a watchful eye on him, ensuring he was comfortable and tended to. Our routine continued, and although progress was slow and gradual, I could see small improvements in his mood and demeanor. Each day brought us closer to full recovery, and I vowed to stay by his side every step of the way.

As the evening sun cast a golden glow over the room, I lay in bed next to him, his body warm and comforting against mine. With a small smile, he turned to me and softly spoke words that melted my heart. "Thank you for being here with me."

I leaned in to kiss his forehead, wanting to convey the depth of my love for him. "There’s nowhere else I’d rather be," I replied, my voice filled with sincerity.

He nodded with a shy blush. "I know. I believe you."

As he drifted off into peaceful slumber, I held him close, my mind already racing with plans on how to break into Darren’s office. And I think I know what I have to do.

In the morning, I would begin putting everything into motion again. But for now, I was content just being here with him, feeling his warmth and knowing that he was safe in my arms.