Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 881

Thirty minutes later, the doors of the emergency room swung open.

Dean shot up from his seat, heart pounding, and rushed straight to the doctor. He couldn’t even meet the man’s eyes. Instead, he blurted out, voice hoarse and desperate, “Save her. I don’t care what it costs, I’ll pay any price, even if I have to buy this whole hospital. Just save her.”

“Do you hear me? I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

The doctor looked startled by his intensity. He quickly pulled down his mask, trying to calm Dean down. “Sir, please, try to relax. She was brought in just in time. She lost a lot of blood, but we’ve already done a transfusion. The surgery was a success. Your wife is out of immediate danger. Right now, we just need to wait for her to wake up on her own.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through him so fast his knees nearly gave out. She was alive. As long as she was still here, there was hope.

…

Once Emmy was stable, Dean brought her back to the island.

Days passed. She still didn’t wake up.

Dean never left her side. He sat by her bed, gently wiping her palms with a cool, damp towel, whispering to her as if she could hear every word.

“Babe, you’ve been sleeping for days now. It’s time to open your eyes.”

“You said you wanted to travel, remember? As soon as you wake up, I’ll take you anywhere you want. Switzerland’s snowy mountains, Iceland’s northern lights… The world is huge, and there’s so much left for us to see together. Don’t sleep anymore, okay?”

He kept his voice low and soft, hoping she’d hear him somewhere in her dreams. Just then, a quiet knock sounded at the bedroom door.

His assistant slipped in, looking tense. He kept his voice down. “Sir, there’s a problem with the project.”

Dean’s jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. He tucked Emmy’s hand under the blanket, smoothing the covers around her, then got up, his whole presence suddenly cold.

Outside by the pool, Dean sank into a lounge chair and lit a cigarette. His assistant handed him a file.

“That overseas digital infrastructure project you were eyeing, the one you’ve spent so long setting up, was just snapped up by a mystery bidder a few days ago.” The assistant hesitated. “And the resort project you wanted to build for Mrs. Emmy—same thing. Hijacked by this same person.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “Did you find out who it is?”

The voice on the other end snorted. “I just heard. That kid’s bold, coming out in the open as Mr. Nelson.”

“Looks like you finally pushed him to the edge. He’s trying to use the name to stir things up, make enough noise that your wife hears about him and comes out of hiding.”

There was a short pause, then the older man chuckled darkly. “Too bad for him. All that effort, and your wife probably doesn’t even remember who he is.”

Dean felt that heavy frustration inside him start to fade. That was right. Emmy had forgotten everything. In her world, James was just a stranger.

“If he’s so eager to die, we might as well help him.”

Dean glanced at the cigarette ash lingering on his fingertips, his voice icy. “He’s got no roots overseas. If the professionals can’t deal with him, let’s get dirty.”

“Leak his location to the Golden Triangle drug lords and those terrorist leaders in the Middle East. James has taken down a lot of their operations before. If they find out the King of Mercenaries is out there on his own, I bet they’ll be lining up to send him straight to hell.”

The godfather on the other end laughed loud and long. “Dean, you really are ruthless. This plan, letting someone else do the dirty work, is right up my alley.”