Chapter 384: Acting Skills

We're rushed into the hospital on stretchers, sent through A&E and admitted to the ward. Trent enjoys every moment of it. He's a moaning mess, calling out for his wife.

"Where's my wife?" he barks. "Get off me. I want my wife. Madison!"

He's enjoying this far too much. I refuse to reply. Instead, I just groan and cry out in pain as if my life depends upon it, rolling into myself, hugging my stomach. The other patients in the hospital are looking at us with interest.

Perhaps they've never seen this much blood.

One older lady looks like she's about to faint. Someone should tell her it's fake before she crumples to the ground.

"Madison! Madison, you Bint! Are you okay?"

I can't believe he is still calling me a Bint! Here we are in the hospital surrounded by people and he's calling me, his wife, a BINT! If he was my husband for real, I'd murder him myself for calling me a Bint.

"You misogynistic pig! Stop calling me a BINT!" I shout out.