Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1368

Blossom hurriedly swung open the car door and hopped into the passenger seat, flashing Axel a bright grin. “Hey.”

Axel just shot her a cold look, not saying a word.

Blossom was used to it by now, so she didn’t take it to heart.

She closed the door, buckled her seatbelt, and turned around to smile at Baby in the back seat.

“Here you go, I brought you something. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Baby.”

Baby’s eyes lit up at the sight of the snacks. “Thanks, Blossom!”

Blossom chuckled, “You’re welcome!”

The little girl settled quietly in the back, munching away and watching cartoons on her tablet.

Blossom then opened another small container, like she was showing off a prize, and held it out to Axel.

“Try this! I got up early to make it myself.”

Axel kept his eyes on the road, ignoring both her and the food.

Blossom pouted. “You won’t even try it unless Baby tells you to, huh?”

Axel frowned. “I don’t eat sweets,” he answered, his tone colder than the January wind.

Blossom didn’t mind. She was just happy he finally spoke. She muttered, “How do you know it’s sweet if you don’t even look? Here, try this one, it’s savory, not sweet at all.”

Axel started to say something, but Blossom cut him off, “I’ve got all the flavors—sweet, tangy, spicy, you name it.”

Axel just glared in silence for a long moment, then said icily, “I’m not getting married, ever. I’m not interested in dating, either. You’re wasting your time on me.”

Blossom jutted out her lip. “Just because you don’t plan on it doesn’t mean it’ll never happen.”

Axel: “I don’t like you.”

Axel: “…”

As the car sped away from the city, somewhere else, in the city hospital—

Zane lay motionless in his hospital bed. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink, wouldn’t speak. Yesterday, without any anesthesia, Winona had given him a “snip job” that left him in so much pain he passed out.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital.

His mom, Priscilla, had been wailing in the hallway, making enough noise for the whole city to hear. She announced to anyone who’d listen that he was “ruined for life,” that he’d never be a real man again, never have kids, never have sex.

She even wanted to drag in a local reporter to take pictures of his misery, hoping the internet would rally with her and curse Winona together.

Aside from the moment he’d screamed at Priscilla to shut up, Zane hadn’t said a word since.

He felt like he was already dead, but the constant bustle of nurses and his mother’s endless complaints kept reminding him he was still alive.

He’d lost the one thing that, in his mind, made him a man. He would’ve rather lost an arm or a leg than that.