Page 49 of Burn Bag

“Yes, you’re listed as his emergency contact.”

I gasped in surprise that this woman—this viper who already hated me—had information on my husband that I didn’t. It wasn’t rational. She’d known him for longer, but the demon inside me wanted to rear its ugly head and strike at the woman, taking her down before she could poison my day-old husband against me.

“I need you to fill out these forms,” the woman said kindly.

She wasn’t that nice to me. Hell, she tried to kill me with her eyes!

“He’s currently with the doctor and he’ll be out shortly to fill you in.”

Anger surged through me and I stormed over to the desk, slamming my hand down on it. “Hey, I’m his wife, not her. If the doctor is going to tell anyone anything, it’s going to be me!”

The nurse cocked her head at me, a devilish grin spreading across her face. “The only thing you could tell me about him was his name.”

“Right, well…we just met.”

“Clearly, a bad choice,” the nurse muttered. “Can you prove he’s your husband?”

My mouth gaped for just a moment. I had literally nothing proving we were married. “She was there!” I snapped, pointing at red lady.

The woman beside me rolled her eyes with a sigh. “It’s true. They’re married.”

After assuring my nemesis that the doctor would be out soon, we walked away, but I was still furious. “Why are you doing this?” I snapped, fearing I was on the verge of crying. I didn’t like it when people outright hated me for no reason. It caused horrible emotional reactions that I couldn’t control.

“I don’t hate you,” the woman said. “I just don’t know you.”

“No need to hate her,” FNG chuckled. “Can’t we all just get along?”

“No,” the woman snapped. “She doesn’t even know him.”

“And you left him for another man,” FNG pointed out.

I gasped, surprised anyone would leave Bradley. It had to be the small dick thing, but that wouldn’t make me run away. I was made of stronger stuff.

“He made mistakes,” the woman muttered.

“Isla, you’re married. Put the claws away.”

Isla. It figured she would have some gorgeous, movie star-worthy name. I hated her even more for that.

“I may be married, but I still care about him.”

“And he has me to take care of him,” I said defensively.

“Clearly,” she muttered.

Luckily, the doctor walked out and ended the cat fight before it could go any further. I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her when I’d had so little sleep and was still a tad hungover.

Isla and I both rushed over and stood in front of the doctor, who took a step back in surprise. “Um…Mrs. Kavanaugh.”

“That’s me,” I said, pursing my lips to keep from grinning like an idiot.

“We’ve assessed the damage and?—”

“Excuse me, can we have this conversation in private?”

Isla glowered at me, but I didn’t care. I was going to have to set some boundaries with this woman. Bradley was my husband, and no former girlfriend was going to push me out.

The doctor looked uncomfortable, but nodded as he waited for Isla to leave. “Your husband is doing fine. He’s awake and heavily medicated. We cleaned the wounds and he didn’t need any stitches. It’s just going to be painful for a while.”

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