The Sick Wife, Lost Loretta [top 10 motivational books .TXT] 📗

had a chance to talk to any friends or family, so I was wondering if you wanted to call someone?”

“Call someone?” I repeat dumbly. Sedation really takes a toll on your brain. I feel so foggy all the time. Yvette just seemed to mentally snap out of it so easily. I wish I could be more like her. But I do think he’s adding some sort of hallucinogen to the sedatives.

“Here is your cell phone,” Mike says, stretching out his arm. “You seem to have a lot of missed calls and messages. I thought you might like to have a brief phone call with Veronica, or someone else you care about. Just to say hello and let them know you’re doing well.”

I take the phone tentatively. I haven’t touched it in so long.

I am almost about to give the phone back to Mike and say that there is no one I need to call, when I see Gabriel’s name. He called me. Several times.

My heart jumps in my chest. I suck air into my lungs deeply, as if I’m coming up for air after being underwater for years. My whole body buzzes with energy. And suddenly… I’m alive.

“Yes,” I say, struggling to fight back tears and remain calm. “There’s someone I want to call.”

“Go ahead,” Mike says kindly. “Just let them know that you’ve been caught up in the honeymoon phase with your new husband, and we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other.”

I look at him with my eyebrows raised. I probably wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off Mike if he had given me the option to move my hands… Anyway, ignoring this, I pick up my phone and casually try to call Gabriel. I try to think of what I can say to alert him that I’m in trouble.

The phone rings. And then it rings some more. And then it rings some more.

Oh my god. Is he not going to answer?

It goes to voicemail.

I hang up in frustration.

“Never mind,” I say to Mike. “There’s no one I need to call. But I do have another special request.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he responds.

I have to struggle not to raise my eyebrows again. Although, I must admit, it is very nice to be able to raise my eyebrows at all. “Can you read me a story tonight, before you give me my injection?” I ask Mike. “A fairytale.”

“Of course. What story would you like?”

“The original Sleeping Beauty. Not the Disney version, one of the earliest published forms.”

Mike smiles. “Of course. A story about a sleeping princess, for my sleepy princess.”

“Thank you,” I tell him softly. Hopefully, it will keep me from nightmares about being stuck in a hair comb.

Chapter 39 Yvette

I am sitting on the plane beside my husband, and we are about to land in New York.

I paid for WiFi during the flight so that I can text Veronica about the situation on the ground. She said that Mike took some time off work, and that the police went to his home, but could not find Milla.

Basically, she’s missing.

She’s been missing for days and no one noticed. “Veronica said that Milla was fired recently,” I tell Gabe, who is also busy looking something up on his phone.

He looks up in surprise. “Fired? I didn’t even know that.”

“Well, you said you haven’t been speaking to her. So, it makes sense that you don’t know anything about her.”

“I was trying to focus on my pregnant wife,” he complains.

“Excuses. Besides, you weren’t focused on me at all, you were too busy punching holes in the walls,” I say teasingly.

“I didn’t know you knew about the holes in the walls,” Gabe says in a grumpy way.

“I’m your wife. I know everything you think I don’t know.”

“You know a lot more than I do,” Gabe says. “I’ve been looking up information on Mike Masterson, and it’s not good. Really not good. His first wife was found dead in an alley a few months ago. Opiate overdose.”

“Oh my god,” I tell him softly. “When was she found? Was it before or after I started hooking up with him? God. This is insane. I sure know how to pick ’em.”

“Thanks a lot,” Gabe says with annoyance. “So, how many times did you cheat on me with this evil doctor guy?”

“Uhhh,” I say awkwardly.

“More times than you can count?” Gabriel sighs deeply. “He’s potentially a murderer, Evie. A murderer. And you preferred to be fucking with him than home with me? How do you think that makes me feel? You don’t see me burning all your belongings and throwing tons of your expensive shit out the window.”

“At least I didn’t get engaged to him, okay? Definitely not while you were sick. And by the way, you smashed a ultrasound machine, so that is way more expensive than all the things I destroyed.”

“I think you underestimate the value of all the things you destroyed. Even if the machine costs twenty grand, it’s not as expensive as the paintings and furniture you burned.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him softly. Then I notice something on the article he’s reading. “Give me your phone.”

He growls. “Haven’t you invaded my privacy enough?”

“I’ve already seen Milla’s vagina, so it can’t get worse than that,” I tell him, taking the phone away. Then I’m flooded with guilt. Of course, I lied when I told her it was disgusting. It’s a perfectly good vagina. That was really mean of me to say. I hope I didn’t give her a complex.

A sensitive girl like that… fuck. I bet Mike gave her tons of compliments. I bet she was more vulnerable to being manipulated by those compliments after I totally tore her down. I read through the article on Mike’s ex-wife, and I see that she was found dead before I met him on the dating app. Thank god. Possibly a murderer, but not a cheater. I couldn’t deal with the guilt of thinking he hurt her because