Work is work. Personal life is personal. The two should always be kept separate.
The group chatted idly as the car glided down the road. Joyce scrolled through her phone, then paused when she saw the news—Tyler had been hospitalized.
She hesitated, but eventually showed it to Emilia. After all, Emilia would see it online sooner or later.
“He had it coming,” Christian said flatly.
Emilia didn’t comment, just nodded to show she’d seen it.
That was all.
Nothing more.
…
Tyler drifted awake in the middle of the night, his vision swimming in and out of focus.
Someone was gently wiping down his arm—a blurred silhouette, a woman.
He instinctively reached out and grabbed her hand.
“Emily,” he rasped.
“Mr. Erickson, you’ve got the wrong person.” The nurse carefully pried his fingers away. “I’m not your wife.”
Only then did his vision clear enough to recognize the nurse standing by his bedside.
With a groan, Tyler turned his head, staring up at the stark white ceiling and the IV dripping steadily beside him.
“Ty!” Chloe’s voice rang out as she burst in. “Emilia’s unbelievable! She just went off to have her fun and couldn’t even be bothered to visit when her own husband ends up in the hospital!”
“Owen was the one who brought you in just now. Your phone’s been right here the whole time—I checked, not a single call or message from her!”
Tyler felt drained. He didn’t have the energy to argue with Chloe. He just reached for his phone.
Unlocking the screen, he found it flooded with notifications.
Concerned messages from his grandparents, polite inquiries from business associates, a few worried texts from Vivienne. But when he scrolled all the way down, there was nothing from Emilia.
Maybe it was just being sick, but tonight, that emptiness hit him harder than usual.
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