Grey’s POV

I woke up on a hospital bed in a private room and memories flooded my mind immediately. Sara had outrightly chosen a mafia over me. And in a moment of heart break, I had tried to kill myself by drowning.

What a fool I was becoming.

I looked around the room, feeling embarrassed. No doubt, words had flown through Manhattan about my drowning, and right now, I needed damage control. I buzzed for a nurse and she came rushing in.

“Mr Grey-”

“Get me my PA,” I told her.

She ...