We Died So He Could Love Chapter 08

We Died So He Could Love Chapter 08

He shot to his feet, grabbed his car keys, and bolted out the door.

On the way, he called Kieran repeatedly, but every call went straight to voicemail.

As I watched Preston, so frantic he was blowing through red lights, a strange feeling settled in my chest.

I was a passenger in his car, a ghost no one could see.

Besides the assistant, he was the only one who believed I was really dead.

When he reached the hospital, Preston ran straight to the morgue.

The moment he saw me lying on the mortuary slab, he stumbled back two steps.

“I brought her to the hospital… How could this happen…”

“Where is Kieran Vitale?”

The nearby nurses just stared at him, none of them daring to answer.

“I asked you a question!”

Finally, a young nurse whispered, “The VIP ward on the third floor…”

Preston charged into the elevator and rode it to the third floor.

His fists were clenched the entire way.

When he reached the ward, he kicked the door open.

It slammed against the wall with a deafening crack.

Kieran turned his head, but before he could speak, Preston’s fist smashed into his face.

“You bastard!”

“Blythe was so good to you, and you couldn’t even protect her!”

Doctors and nurses rushed in, calling for security.

It took several of them to pull Preston away.