Did that mean she had left to come home, and somehow our paths hadn’t met? It was feasible but unlikely. It wasn’t like Amy had been home at all since her sister’s operation. She spent all her time here in the hospital.
Standing in the middle of the icy corridor, I tugged at my hair and looked around like I was half expecting her to appear out of thin air. Where was she?
Maybe she had gone to see my grandfather? I honestly couldn’t think of anywhere else she would be. Amy wasn’t the type to leave the people who depended on her, so she wouldn’t have met Gabriella. Although if I didn’t find her soon, I would call Misha’s wife and ask if she had heard from her.
It wasn’t like she could just vanish into thin air, and Amy wasn’t the type of woman who would walk away from her vows without talking to me first. Not that I made it easier for her. I’d realized that over the last few days.
I’d been making this whole situation more difficult than it needed to be. I hadn’t been completely honest with her, and that made her suspect the worst. That needed to change now. It had been almost a week since our fight, and I had stayed away from her for as long as I could, but I couldn’t any longer.
I missed her.
Things with Amy were always so easy and natural. Things with Violet were, well, different.
“I knew it,” a nurse said in passing, talking quietly to one of her colleagues and not even giving me a second look. “I said to her earlier that she looked like she was getting sick, and then she got rushed in here after passing out five times, according to her driver. And as usual, her husband is nowhere to be seen.” She shook her head.
Driver? Absent husband? Were they talking about me? A sinking feeling opened in my gut.
“I just hope she’s not got the same thing as her sister. I mean, it’s clear that heart problems run in their family. I hear they lost their parents young.”
“Some families have no luck at all. She is the sweetest woman I have ever met. Always trying to help other people. I heard she wanted to be a nurse.”
I lashed out with my hand and caught the passing nurse by the upper arm. “Are you talking about Amy Petrovov?”
She shook my hand off angrily. “And who are you?”
I swallowed down my own anger. She had every right to be pissed because I had grabbed her. “The absent husband,” I couldn’t help but say. “You are talking about my wife, right? Amy?”
Both of them stared at me like I had grown another head, and who could blame them? I was literally bristling with barely contained rage.
“Has something happened to her?”
“She passed out a few times,” the younger of the two said quietly. “She is being seen downstairs by Alessia’s doctor and,” her eyes swept over me, “a few others.”
She wasn’t telling me something, that was clear, but I didn’t have time to ask what it was. I just ran. My designer shoes made squeakysounds on the floor as I pelted down the hallway. If she was being seen by that particular doctor, then it was heart-related.
My own heart lurched with every step I took, panic making it hard to breathe. I found her in a private room just inside the main doors, which meant I literally walked straight past her. Micah stood up as I approached. “I’ve been trying to ring you.”
Skidding to a stop, I eyed him. He looked worried, and that terrified me. “What happened? where is she?” I asked in a rush, not waiting for him to answer. I barged into the room.
“You can’t just—” The doctor turned to me in alarm. Seeing it was me, he forced his face into a professional smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“What happened?” I bellowed at my wife, ignoring him completely. She looked so pale, like all the color had been drained out of her face. Next to her, holding tight to her hands, was a woman I didn’t know. “What the hell, Amy? Where were you? I have been looking for you.”
“Mr. Petrovov,” fluidly, the doctor stepped between my wife and me. Barring my view of the bed. “This isn’t good for the—”
Shit, sweeping a hand through my hair, I sucked in a deep cleansing breath. Her heart. It had all to do with her heart. She had whatever her sister had.
“The baby.”
I did a double-take, physically taking a step back before I could help myself. “What?”
Surely, I hadn’t heard him right. I must have been imagining things because I was sure I had heard him say baby.
“You’re pregnant?” My voice shook.
“Oh, I—” The doctor stuttered. “I thought you knew.”
I wasn’t angry. There were no words for what I was feeling. I shook in shock. “How long have you known?” Side-stepping the man who separated me from my wife, I speared her to the narrow hospital bed with my eyes, and she shrank back like she thought I was going to hit her. She literally wrapped her arms around herself and turned her face away.
