I Faked An Injury To Escape My Abusive Billionaire Husband. But The Er Doctor Just Revealed A Dark Secret About My Husband’s First Wife. How Do I Go Back To That House Now?

The Alliance

His footsteps sounded like they were dragging as if his knees had genuinely given out. I almost smiled wide at the sight. It turns out there’s always a bigger fish and for a domineering husband there’s a doctor from the past who is far more terrifying,.

The sound of the curtain being pulled shut was like the sound of a fortress gate being locked providing an immense sense of security. There was a moment of silence. I kept my eyes closed waiting to see what would happen next.

Would Dr. Miles call another nurse or would he give me a shot? Suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder not an examining touch but a reassuring one.

“Mrs. Davenport,” Dr. Miles’s voice was close. A soft whisper next to my ear. “Mr. Davenport is gone. You can open your eyes now. Your acting is good but your breathing is a little too steady for someone with severe back pain.”

Hearing that, my eyes flew open wide with shock and embarrassment. I’d been caught. I blinked a few times adjusting to the bright fluorescent light overhead.

In front of me, Dr. Miles was smiling. Not a cynical smile but a sad understanding one. He pulled over a small stool and sat down beside me,.

“Don’t worry,” he said, scribbling something on his clipboard pretending to be busy so anyone passing by wouldn’t get suspicious. “I won’t expose your secret. I know you’re not unconscious and I also know you slipped not just because the floor was wet but because you wanted to get out of that house. Am I right?”

I was speechless. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. How could he know all that in such detail? Was he a psychic masquerading as a medical specialist?

Dr. Miles put down his pen. Then very carefully he rolled up the long sleeve of my nightgown. There on the pale white skin of my upper arm were the clear marks of purple and yellowing bruises.

Some were new others were fading. They were the abstract art created by Preston’s pinches and grips every time he got annoyed.

“A bathroom floor can’t pinch an arm this hard Mrs. Davenport,” he said softly, pointing to the bruises. “A marble floor is an inanimate object. It doesn’t have fingers to hurt people.”,

The tears I had been holding back so desperately finally broke free, streaming down my face and soaking the thin hospital pillow. It wasn’t because of the physical pain but because of the incredible relief of having someone believe me without needing a lengthy explanation. For so long I had felt like I was screaming alone in a vacuum.

“Help me doctor,” I whispered. My voice choked with sobs. “I’m afraid to go home. If I go back he’ll be furious about this.”

Dr. Miles nodded, his expression hardening as he thought of Preston. He took a tissue from the side table and handed it to me.

“I know that man’s character all too well,” Dr. Miles said, his gaze drifting to the white wall across from us. “Five years ago another woman was brought to this hospital by Preston. The case was exactly the same. He said she slipped in the master bathroom. She arrived in a coma and never woke up.”

My heart felt like it stopped for a second.

“Her name was Rebecca,” Dr. Miles continued, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “She was my only sister. Preston’s first wife.”,

A Shared Enemy

It felt like being struck by lightning on a clear day. So the rumors about Preston’s first wife dying suddenly were true and she was the sister of the doctor now sitting in front of me. No wonder Preston had been so terrified.

He had just run into the brother-in-law of the woman who had died at his hands.

“I was stationed overseas at the time,” Dr. Miles recounted. “I didn’t get back in time to save Rebecca. Preston refused an autopsy. He paid people off to have her buried quickly citing religious reasons and privacy. I didn’t have any solid proof back then just a suspicion that has burned in my heart every single day.”

Dr. Miles looked at me directly, his eyes moist but shining with a powerful resolve.

“I failed to save my sister, Mrs. Davenport, but I swear to God I will not let Preston hurt another woman in the same way. Tonight you are safe here. I’m going to diagnose you with a mild concussion so you’ll have to be admitted for at least 3 days. We’ll buy some time.”,

He squeezed my hand for a moment transferring his strength.

“But you have to promise me one thing. You have to be brave. We can’t just play defense. We have to fight back because a monster like Preston won’t stop until he is stopped by force.”

I nodded firmly, wiping away the last of my tears. Tonight in this cold ER room a secret alliance was formed. It was no longer between a doctor and a patient but between two victims demanding justice.

Conspiring with a medical specialist in the emergency room felt like planning a coup d’état in a neighborhood watch booth. It was tense but there was a strange sense of security. Doctor Miles moved quickly drafting a medical strategy that felt more like a movie script than a healthcare procedure.

He scribbled on the medical chart with a serious expression as if calculating a complex mathematical formula when in reality he was just fabricating a story to keep me here longer.

“We’ll go with a mild concussion and pelvic trauma,” he whispered, his eyes still on the paper, his hand danced across the page. “This is the most effective excuse. The patient can’t move much and requires close observation. And most importantly she can’t be taken home against medical advice due to the risk of a secondary brain hemorrhage.”,

The term brain hemorrhage sounded terrifying to a layperson and that was our main weapon to scare the cowardice out of Preston. I could only nod obediently like a star pupil allowing my fate to be written by the hand of this doctor nursing a long-held grudge. It was so ironic.

I used to beg Preston to let me leave the house just to buy groceries and now I was begging a doctor to lock me up in a hospital room. Life certainly has a dark sense of humor. Dr. Miles straightened his white coat, took a deep breath, and transformed his expression from warm and empathetic to cold and professional.

He was ready to face the monster waiting outside the curtain.

“Remember Mrs. Davenport,” was his final instruction before turning away. “You are still dizzy, nauseous, and don’t remember the details of what happened. Let me be your shield.”,