Chapter 95: Rock Bottom
Liam’s POV
It had been a week since my desperate escape from the hospital...seven days of hiding in my own home like a wounded animal, fearful of the predator that had once been my wife.
Dr. Jason had been nothing short of a godsend. After I’d called him that first night, he’d arrived within the hour, medical bag in hand, face professionally neutral despite the obvious questions my appearance must have raised.
He’d treated my wounds without judgment, replacing the hospital’s hasty bandages with proper dressings, prescribing painkillers that actually worked, and checking in daily to ensure infection hadn’t set in where my IV had been ripped out.
"You’re healing remarkably well, he’d said this morning during his visit, examining the bruising around my ribs."
I’d wanted to tell him that it wasn’t my body I was worried about. It was my mind that felt irreparably damaged, fractured by the realization that the woman I’d married...the woman I’d betrayed and humiliated, was capable of such cold, calculated violence. But I’d kept those thoughts to myself. Dr. Jason was here to treat my physical wounds, not the psychological ones that ran far deeper.
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. My ribs protested at even the slightest movement, a constant reminder of the beating I’d endured. The television droned on, some mindless reality show that I wasn’t really watching. It was just noise to fill the suffocating silence of the house.
The front door opened, and I tensed instinctively, relaxing only when Thomas appeared in the entryway. My driver had become something of a lifeline over the past week, running errands, bringing groceries, and checking in regularly to ensure I had everything I needed.
Unlike the rest of my so-called friends who had disappeared the moment things got difficult, Thomas had remained steadfastly loyal.
"Sir," he greeted me with a nod, setting a paper bag on the kitchen counter. "I’ve brought your prescriptions and some fresh fruits."
"Thank you, Thomas," I said, genuinely grateful despite the formal nature of our relationship. "I don’t know what I’d do without you these days."