Page 20 of The Wrong Husband

She baffled me. Didn't she feel anything for Emilia?

"She needs to see a doctor," I said.

What the hell kind of family was this and how had I not seen it before? I knew the answer to that because Maeve and Bianca were close knit. Even though Gideon was on the periphery, he was still with them.

Emilia had always been ancillary, seen but not heard and to be honest, hardly ever seen that much either.

"She's fine. Aren't you fine, Emilia?" Bianca's tone was older sister to younger.

Bianca was four years younger than me and at twenty-eight had always seemed mature and capable. Though right now, her younger sister appeared a hell of a lot more stable. She was hurt, bleeding and she was holding up a thumbs up sign. "I'm all good. You guys should talk."

Emilia stood up and swayed. I caught her. "You're not fine."

"I am so fine," she mumbled.

I wasn't going to let Emilia walk out of here on her own, but she was marching away, not a care in the world. I followed her even as Bianca insisted I stay and sort this out. The this being my marriage. I felt like I was in a circus act, and I was the fucking clown.

"Rema, can you order me an Uber?" Emilia asked Maeve's assistant who sat outside her office.

Maeve's assistant made a face. "You have a phone, Em, you can order it—"

"I know, I just can't seem to see the screen and—"

"Enough." I picked up Emilia, bridal style. "I'm taking you home."

I walked out of the office with her, Bianca running after me. "I'm coming with you."

"No. I need to get Em home and call Doc. We'll talk later."

Bianca, thankfully, listened and stayed back.

"The more the merrier," Emilia said deliriously.

Fuck! Was she concussed? When it happened to me, I threw up a lot and felt shaky. Maybe Emilia reacted differently.

Chapter 5

Emilia

"You need to talk to Bianca, my mother and my father," I told Damian, speaking slowly because when I talked too fast or loudly, my head moved, and it made me dizzy.

"I will."

"Cause, I don't want to get slapped or pushed or whatever else. Or, you can just sign those damned annulment papers and put an end to my misery." I had no idea why Damian was being so stubborn. It made no sense. He should be spinning cartwheels that I wasn't holding out for a real marriage, like that would happen.

He could handle the PR mess. We weren't the first two idiots to go on a bender in Las Vegas and get married; and then annul that marriage within twenty four hours—and we wouldn't be the last.

"No."

"Why the hell not? You obviously love my sister. She definitely loves you."

"Em, you and I are married."

I dropped my head into my hands and winced. Okay, so not the brightest idea to jerk my head around. Damn, Bianca. She was always the one who got physical the first chance she got when we were growing up. She hadn't struck me like this in years, but then I hadn't pissed her off quite so much either.

A part of me, a very small part of me, was petty enough to enjoy the drama. I mean, Invisible Miss Winters had snagged Damian Archer, sex god and handsome as sin delicious rich dude. So, maybe he had to be drunk for that to happen, still, this was definitely something I could tell my grandkids.

"Let me tell you about that time Nana got married to your Grand Uncle in Las Vegas."