Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

NICK

I budged into the hospital doors and ran to the reception. “My wife, where is she!” the woman behind the desk looked scared by my outburst. “Olivia Jones, I was called and told she was in an accident. Now tell me where the hell she is?” her eyes widened. “Oh, Mr Jones, she is in the intensive care unit on the third floor.”

I rushed to the elevator, and I got there just as it closes didn’t have time to wait for another one and so. I took the stairs taking them two at a time. “Am coming Olivia, hang in there.” I said in my head scared out of my mind that she was not going to make it.

By the time I got to the third floor I was sweating like a pig with my shirt drenched in sweat and sticking to my body. I didn’t care about that. “Someone tell me where my wife is!” I yelled as soon as I busted through those doors from the staircase.

A nurse came over to me. “Sir, are you all right? “I flung her arm away from me. who the hell did she think she was to touch me. “I am Nick Jones, and I am looking for my wife!” she frowned. “Do you know who I am?” she shook her head. “No sir, I am new here, but I can help you find your wife.”

I pushed her aside and walked forward. “Somebody in this damn hospital better come out here and tell me where the hell my wife is!” I stood in the middle of the floor and shouted for all to hear. “Jesus, Nick. This is still a hospital even if your father owns it.” I turned and the guy Marcus was standing there looking at me like I was some moron.

I charged towards him. “Tell me where Olivia is, where is my wife?”

“Ex, wife and the doctor is still busy with her.” he was not answering my question, and it was pissing me off. I was so close to losing it and punching him in the face. “I asked where not who was busy with her!” before he could answer, if he was going to answer.

The door to a ward that was not too far from us opened and the doctor came out. When he spotted me, he came to me. “Mr Jones, good that you are here. We need you to sign some forms for your wife and…”

“She is his ex–wife; they are divorced, and I don’t think he should be making any medical decisions for her.” the moron butted in poking his nose where it didn’t belong. “The divorce is not finalized so technically; she is still my wife and my responsibility!” he chuckled.

“Very well Mr Jones, come this way.” We moved away from Marcas and stood far from him. “Tell me doctor, how is she?” he sighed. “She was fine and responsive when she got here but seriously injured. Your wife’s brain then swelled up quickly and we had to put her in a coma to give the brain time to heal. Her brain is still swelling up. We need you to sign these forms so we can open her skull to give her brain time to heal and for the swelling to go down.”

My heart ached. How did that happened and where the hell was she coming from? She was supposed to be home with our son. “Okay I will sign.” I took the forms and signed then handed them back to the doctor. He took them and checked. ‘

“We will perform the procedure right away.” He said but he didn’t leave, he still stood there like he has something to say. “Was there something else?” he cleared his throat. “Mr Jones did your wife do some backroom abortion or something?” in seconds I had him pinned against the wall with my hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

“We are the Jones family; we own this hospital and many other businesses. My wife lacks for nothing. How dare you suggest that she would ever go to some backroom for an abortion!” the doctor struggled to breathe.

The papers were on the ground, he dropped them as he was trying to get my hands off his neck. “Her uterus…” he said with so much difficulty. I loosened my grip on his neck. “What about her uterus?” the doctor coughed and inhaled sharply.

“It’s the way it was removed Mr Jones, it’s like it was done by an inexperienced doctor and they did a lot of damage. That is why I asked, I meant no disrespect. Sir.” My arms fell, the doctor quickly picked up the signed consent forms and hurried away.

My mind was spinning, and I felt like I was losing it. She had a baby in prison and lost her uterus. My head buzzed. I looked around on the direction board and found what I was looking for. I hurried to the elevator to the fifth floor.

When I got there, I budged into the doctor’s room. Fortunately, she was alone busy on her laptop. “You are an OBGYN, correct?” she stood. “Yes, Mr Jones. Is everything alright?”

“I have questions.”

“Anything, sir”

“What happens when a woman loses her uterus?” I fired away and watched as her face turned serious. “When a woman’s uterus is removed sir, the woman loses the ability to have children. If the woman’s fallopian tubes are left in place when the woman’s uterus is removed. Then the woman can still have her biological children even though she can’t carry them herself.”

I felt dizzy like I was going to fall. I threw myself on the doctor’s couch feeling like I was going to fall at any moment as my knees threatened to give out on me. “If the fellow tubes…”

“Fallopian tubes, sir.”

“Yes, that. if they were also removed? Let’s say the person who removed the uterus was not experienced and ended up removing everything. What then?” the doctor went around and took her seat. “Then she will never have a child of her own. Not unless she adopts a child. There are many ways to have children these days and…”

The doctors voice faded away and all I could hear was my heart booming in my ears. No wonder she hated me so much. Oh, dear Lord, what have I done?