Seducing My Husband's Brother

KAVIRA

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Oh God, no!" I whispered with a shaky breath. I couldn't hold myself together anymore, not when the beeping monitor was making me feel worse.

He was dying. The love of my life was dying and I just stood by, watching.

But I could only watch because there was nothing I could do to help.

"Charging to two hundred!" One of the doctors yelled.

“Clear!”

They pressed the difibrilator to his chest and as soon I saw my husband jolt, a scream I soon realised was mine tore from my throat.

The hot tears that I had managed to hold back up until this point came streaming down my face, pain tugging at my heart.

My arms were immediately arrested by strong pairs as they began pulling me backwards effortlessly.

'Fuck! You shouldn't have let yourself react like that, Kavira,' I mentally scolded myself but it was too late.

They held me tighter as they approached the exit of the intensive care unit.

"No!" I yelled in plea. "Please, let me stay, I promise I won't disturb anymore--"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but this is just normal procedure," a soft voice cut in, trying to explain, but I wasn't having it.

I thrashed like an animal trying to free myself from their grips. "Let me go! He needs me. Charles needs me by his side!"

I couldn't believe they were doing this to me. What if this was the last moment I had with--

My mind couldn't even dare to complete that thought because I knew my husband. He was going to survive this.

“Charging again!”

“Clear!”

Another jolt-- another painful tug at my heart.

Something suddenly occured to me and I had to give in to their requests.

Continuing to resist was only distracting the medical team who should be doing their best to save my husband's life.

"Fine," I surrendered immediately. "J-just go sa-ve him, I'll... leave by myself."

I tried my best to sound brave, but my lips trembled and my voice shook, but I had to be brave. Charles promised me that he was going to survive, and I trust him.

Skeptically, they unhanded me and rushed to attend to him.

The double doors slammed shut in my face and it was like I was in a completely different world.

The beeping that sounded like a time bomb counting down to when it gets to wreak havoc grew fainter. Muffled.

But my heartbeat in my ears replaced it— fast, chaotic, and more destructive.

I walked to a row of seats in the hall, thinking that sitting would calm me down...

But I was so wrong.

My right foot couldn't stop pounding against the ground.

My fingers were begging me to stop wringing them, and my heart felt like it was going to zoom off of my chest.

Sitting only tripled my anxiety.

I broke a sweat despite the cold in the halls... I couldn't take it anymore.

Springing up to my feet, I ran back to the double doors blocking the path between my love and I.

I peered through the small transparent rectangle glass on the doors, and I could see them crowding his body.

'Oh, my love. Please come back to me,' I begged mentally.

I took me a second to notice that something was wrong.

Why weren't they doing anything anymore?

They all just stood there watching...

Watching like there was nothing they could do.

What the hell was going on in ther--

Oh, no.

OH GOD, NO!

My hand grabbed the handle of the door and I began to jiggle it like a mad woman.

"Ma'am, you can’t go in there!" a nurse standing behind me barked, but I continued.

It was locked.

Those freaking bastards locked me out!

It didn't help that my hands were very sweaty. The metal door handle kept slipping from my hands.

"Ma’am, you need to stay calm!"

"Don’t tell me to calm down!" I shrieked, my throat raw.

"Is this some kind of scheme? Are you all trying to kill my husband? Why are they just standing there and letting him die??!"

"Can't you see that you're disturbing the whole place?" She gripped my hands that were on the door handle and easily slid my hand off of it.

Still with her hands gripping mine, she stared at me with fierce eyes, spelling out her words like a clear warning.

"This is a hospital, not a market. Patients here need their peace and quiet so that they can rest. I'm going to have to call the security or the cops you if you do not behave!" She half yelled and paused as if waiting for her words to sink in.

I didn't see want to be arrested and taken to somewhere way farther from where my husband was, so I nodded calmly.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized genuinely, earning an unsure nod.

Thankfully, someone yelled something from one of the rooms in the halls and she ran along.

Then the air around me fell silent

Not silence-silence— but the wrong kind of silence.

The kind you feel in your bones.

I looked through the transparent rectangle again, and noticed the doctor and the others step back.

My heart throbbed with pain as I struggled not to believe what by brain was urging me to believe.

If anything should happen to him, I don't think I can survive the pain.

A male nurse raised his wrist to his view, tapped his watch and shook his head.

My knees had began to give out, but I still had to ensure that my eyes were focused on his lips like I knew what he was going to say. The fear.

"TIME OF DEATH: 8:59AM."

The final blow.

There was no sound, but I heard him loudly and clearly.

My brain threatened to shut down. My vision became hazy.

My chest tightened as my lungs struggled to get some air into them like they'd suddenly forgotten how to do their job. My mouth went dry.

It felt like I was drowning.

But it can't be. It can't be, Charles. You promised me.

No, this must be a prank.

"Open these fucking doors and let me in!!" I screamed, disregarding the nurse's warnings as a slammed the palm of my right hand against the doors.

When I looked through the transparent part of the door again, I saw someone approaching it through my tear blurred vision.

My body vibrated internally as I felt this surge of energy I couldn't explain. But it was familiar. I was angry.

Red replaced the blur in my eyes as rage threatened to consume me when I saw how the lady coming to let me in moved with no sense of urgency.

I shot her a hard glare and she ran the steps she had left, and with two clicks in the keyhole, the door swung open.

The moment I stepped in, I noticed the strong air of grief, and they just stood with their heads bowed. None of their eyes wanted to meet mine.

I was standing in front of my husband in no time, tears streaming from my eyes.

"Charles?" I called his name, believing that he'd hear my voice and respond like he always does, but the silence after was so loud.

"Baby, I know you can hear me," an involuntary sniffle made me pause. "Please, my love. Get up so we can leave this place."

My voice was weak and shaky, but still, I got no response.

I tapped him and my eyes widened in fear and realisation--

His body was turning cold...

In the span of a heartbeat, I straddled him on the bed and begun to do the only thing I thought could help. A CPR.

Fast compressions and blowing air into his mouth.

"You can't heave me alone, Charles. Please come back!" I wailed, my tears dripping on his hospital gown.

I pressed down his chest faster and harder, because I knew they'd soon pull me away from him.

But instead of the pull, I felt a prick in my arm and knew that all hope had been lost.

Whatever they injected into my body was working really fast.

My knees couldn't keep my weight above my husband anymore so I just rested on him with my tear soaked face on his.

My heart wasn’t just breaking — it was screaming like it had been torn apart by hands I couldn't see.

There was no pain like it. Just silence that screamed louder than any noise ever could.

My eyes were closing my strength was fading along with my will to live.

"Please, baby... take me with you," I whispered weakly. "I don't want to live if you're not here."

Then the darkness claimed my mind.

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I groaned as a sharp sudden pain ripped through my stomach.

I was gasping and, clutching my belly before I knew it, heat guahi5 between my legs.

With shaky hands, I reached for my crotch, and my hands came back wet.

Wet and bloody red.

The world around me began to spin. I felt the dark hole in my chest deepening as I sunk further into hopelessness.

The pain was unbearable, yet somehow, the one I felt in my crotch was nothing compared to the one that made my heart bleed like a dagger was being twisted into it.

The baby.

OUR baby.

The one we'd prayed for, cried for and waited five years to hold.

The one I was going to surprise him with tonight.

I tried to stand and collapsed on the cold floor, shaking and soaked in blood and gloom.

My entire body trembled with pain, grief and regrets.

He died not knowing. I didn't get to tell him, and now the last piece of him was slipping out of me, leaving completely empty.