“Yes, Honey, I know you’re in pain. Just hold on. We’re almost there. I’m sorry, but we really need to go,” Ian said smoothly.
Only after Marilyn entered the elevator did Ian finally release me. Jaime, on the other hand, dug his nails cruelly into my arm again.
“Bitch, you almost ruined everything.”
Pain seared through my arm, but I was helpless. Outnumbered. Trapped. At their mercy. They dragged me down the hallway, shoving me straight into an operating room.
“Ian, this is a crime! Don’t you know that?” I screamed, thrashing against their grip.
Ian, now dressed in surgical scrubs, barely spared me a glance. “You're my wife and I'm the head of obstetrics. Who’s going to question me for operating on my own wife?”
Without hesitation, he picked up a syringe and injected a sedative into my arm. My limbs immediately felt heavy, but my mind remained agonizingly clear.
“Strap her to the table,” Ian ordered coldly.
Jaime obeyed without question, securing my wrists and ankles with thick leather straps. They dug into my skin as I struggled, my breath coming in frantic gasps.
Jaime smirked. “Aren't you going to numb her first?”