Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 41

Chapter 39: Can’t Lose Her

Cameron’s POV

Frank closed his eyes briefly when he heard this as he shook his head. “I didn’t know that she was going through this. This must have been terrifying for her.”

“It was terrifying to her. Hell watching her fall back in Chicago in front of me before being taken to the hospital was a lot scarier to me than i expected. And then I remember what she had suffered through and I get angry.She’s been alone through a lot of this, and it’s not fair. Our family wasn’t–we weren’t there when she needed us. That’s done now, but the damage from the past few months is real.”

I looked at him. “She has a son she’s left behind because she didn’t want to be a burden on him, especially with things tense between them. A husband, who saw her as invincible, focused on other women and who treated her-”

I stopped myself, because that particular story would take more control than I currently had to tell without putting my fist through something, preferably his face but that wasn’t an option yet.

“She’s carrying a lot. The physical treatment is only part of what she needs. She is being weighed down by a lot of things. I am worried that even the emotional aspect of the things she had been through might hinder the drugs from working properly.”

“We have excellent counseling support here. Psychological oncology, family therapy, whatever she needs. I’ll make referrals, she is going to heal from this, she just needs a little time.”

Frank made a note, so he wouldn’t forget about it..

“Sedona was always a fighter, never one to give up on things no matter how hard it painful it was even as a kid. I remember treating her for that pneumonia when she was fifteen-absolute terror of a patient, arguing with every decision I made, and refusing to take anything bitter because she said unless she could take ice-cream later, it wasn’t a medication. That memory was every memorable”

The ghost of a smile showed on his face as he was remembering that fiery head who made an impact on his life.

A chaotic one nevertheless.

“I need that Sedona. The one who argues and fight back. Can you get her back?”

I thought of my sister in the hotel suite, when she’d said I promise in that small, certain voice. I thought of the way she’d walked out of the Chicago house with one bag and her grandmother-in-law’s necklace, burning a marriage to the ground with her chin up.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes and said nothing out loud, because saying it out loud made it real in a way I wasn’t ready for. This wasn’t a problem that I could buy away easily with money. This was something that I had to depend on a miracle literally to give my sister a chance and I wasn’t ready to lose her.

Then I took a breath. Another. Until the noise in my head became smaller and smaller until it turned to something that I could tune off.

“I just got my sister back,” I said, to the empty car, to whoever might be listening. “I can’t lose her now. I am not losing her now.”

I started the car and drove back to the Preston house, where my sister was sleeping in her bed and my parents were cooking dinner together in the kitchen and the Japanese maple was dropping red leaves into the front garden like it always did, always constant despite how life changes.

I walked through the front door, and the smell of my mother’s cooking reached me, and from upstairs | could hear something I hadn’t heard in years-the distant sound of Sedona’s laughter at something our father was telling her from the doorway of her room.

Thirty-one percent. I needed to make that not turn into a reality. Not yet. I would not dwell on it until I have exhausted all options that were left. And if this drug would give her a chance, I’ll make sure that I’ll convince Sedona to try this, to give this another go.

I took off my coat, put it on the hook by the door where it had always gone, and went to join my family.