My chest hurts. That was the first thought in my mind when I regained consciousness. My eyelids slowly open, squinting at the bright lights of the hospital room.
tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my chest. I let out a soft groan.
‘Oh, June, you’re awake.”
Killian’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I turned my head to see him sitting beside me ooking exhausted but relieved. His hair was disheveled, and his white shirt was still stained with dried blood, and it was wrinkled like he hadn’t changed in days. His gray eyes that were usually cold were softer now.
‘You look awful,” I croaked before I could stop myself.
He chuckled lightly, but he sounded so tired. “You should see yourself.”
tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. “How long have I been out?”
‘Three days, he answered, his smile fading.
Three days. That long? The last thing I remembered was Richard pointing a gun at me. He had shot me,
I had felt so much pain, then I lost consciousness. Now I was here. Alive.
My eyes glanced back at Killian. He was still watching me, with an unreadable look in his eyes. Why was he still here? This was supposed to be fake. A business deal. A partnership of revenge. So why did he look like a man who had actually feared losing me?
‘You stayed,” I muttered softly.
He frowned, like he couldn’t imagine even leaving. “Of course I stayed. You got shot at our wedding, June. I won’t leave my wife behind.”
My mind raced. “What happened? Richard–our wedding-”
Killian’s expression darkened instantly. “Richard was captured after he shot you,” he said coldly ‘I was going to kill him, but his father called, practically begging me to spare his life. He swore on his life that Richard would never come near us again. He was taken back to America.” He clenched his jaw. “So unfortunately, that bastard is still breathing.”
I blinked at him in shock. Killian had wanted to kill Richard. He wasn’t just saying it. He meant it.
“If I ever see him again,” Killian growled, his eyes burning with fury, “I won’t hesitate. I told his father that I would put three bullets in his head.”
I reached for his hand before I could think. Killian stiffened for a brief second before his gray eyes glanced down to where my hand lightly rested over his.
I resisted the urge to remove my hand. Our marriage was supposed to be fake, part of our revenge plan. But the way he sounded so protective made my heart melt.
“Thank you,” I said softly, not sure of what else to say.
Killian shrugged. “You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, “You’re under my protection, remember?”
Right. Protection. That was all this was.
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I ignored the twinge in my chest as his words echoed in my mind, and I removed my hand from
his.
“Let me get you something to eat and drink,” He said, standing up to leave the room.
After he left, I lay there staring up at the ceiling lost in thought.
Over the next week as I recovered, Killian was always by my side, making sure I got everything I needed.
I had expected him to hire someone to take care of me, but no, he did it himself.
He made sure I ate, that I rested, that I didn’t strain myself too much, and he did everything with ease. He wasn’t just watching me, but he was caring for me.
I had never imagined that a mafia boss, the same man who had threatened to kill my ex–husband, could be this gentle.
It was getting harder to remember that this was all fake, and that we weren’t really a couple.
After a week, I was finally discharged from the hospital, and I moved back to Killian’s home. Even then, he always made sure he was close in case I needed anything.
And each time, I felt something change within me, and I started asking myself: What if…this wasn’t fake anymore?
My mouth gaped open in outrage as I stared at my phone. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. April’s name was trending online, and so was mine. My fingers trembled slightly as I scrolled through the endless posts, each one was horrible.
April Winslow Speaks Out: Betrayed by My Own Sister!
June Winslow, the Real Homewrecker?
I clicked on the attached video, and my heart raced as I watched April with tears running down
her face.
“I can’t believe I’m even saying this,” she cried, cleaning her eyes with a tissue. “But I have to tell the truth. My own sister, my blood, stole my husband from me. I never wanted to believe it, but she’s been in love with Killian all along. And now, after everything, after I gave up so much for her, she stole my own husband from me, she betrayed me, causing my husband to leave me, even though I am pregnant..”
I clenched my jaw as I scrolled through the comments in the video.
“June is disgusting. How do you sleep with your own sister’s husband???”
“Wow, I actually feel bad for April. Imagine your own sister backstabbing you like this.”
“Maybe this was her plan all along. Maybe she wanted Killian, but pretended to like Richard.”
My hand shook with rage. That lying bitch. April was painting herself as a victim while making me look like I was a homewrecker.
I scrolled to another new post. It was a picture of me and Killian from the press conference when we were announcing our engagement. In the picture, my lips were brushing his cheek as I smiled.
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“See? They were sleeping together all along. No wonder Killian divorced April.” One of them commented.
I laughed bitterly as I scrolled through them. This was unbelievable.
Killian had divorced April publicly, and now she was trying to make herself look innocent, and make me look like the villain.
Tears blurred my eyes as I read through the awful comments.
Killian walked into the room, then he paused when he saw my expression. “What happened?” he asked, immediately looking concerned.
I released a deep breath as I grabbed my phone and shoved it into his hands. “That is what happened.”
Killian clenched his jaw as he scrolled through the posts, and his eyes darkened as he watched the video, read the posts and the comments.
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