Chased By The Ruthless Mafia Lord

Carla’s POV

I’m lying here in this hospital room, helpless, while watching my own husband fuck with another woman right in front of me.

After being in a terrible accident, I never imagined I’d wake up to such a horrific scene.

I want to scream. I want to confront them both, to demand answers and let my rage explode.

But I can’t.

I can’t speak, I can’t move. My body is wrapped in layers of bandages, immobilized by pain and injuries.

All I can do is cry silently as hot tears stream down my face. My vision is blurred, but it’s clear enough to see what Alex is doing. His hands move over her body, and their heated breaths fill the room.

Wait.

She looks familiar.

And then it clicks—she’s Alex’s secretary.

Of course, it had to be her. How long has this been going on?

“I’m cumming!”

I watch in anguish as Alex gives himself to her.

Her legs shake from the intensity of their encounter, and I feel like I’m suffocating under the weight of betrayal.

Once they finish, they start fixing themselves up casually, as if nothing had happened.

Alex stands tall, adjusting his slacks and zipping them up with ease. The woman, still breathless, straightens her red lace underwear, snapping it back into place.

Her voice breaks the silence.

“Let’s meet later, okay?” she whispers seductively, her lips curling into a sly smile.

“Sure,” Alex replies, his tone calm and composed, as if they hadn’t just shattered my entire world.

“I just need to keep an eye on my wife.”

The woman giggles, leans up on her tiptoes, and plants a kiss on Alex’s lips before walking out of the room.

Her heels click against the floor.

Alex, now alone with me, turns his gaze in my direction. For a brief moment, our eyes almost meet. Panicked, I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I hear his footsteps drawing closer to my bedside. Every step feels like a hammer pounding on my chest. Then, he speaks. His voice is low, venomous, and filled with contempt.

“You’re the reason for all this. The accident was your fault. You killed our child.”

His accusations are like daggers, stabbing me repeatedly. I want to defend myself, to scream that it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t even move. I’m trapped—physically, emotionally, and now mentally—by his cruel words.

“And I’ll make sure,” he adds, his voice dark and unforgiving, “that you suffer for the sins you’ve committed.”

I could feel the anger in his voice—it was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. He blamed me for everything.

“Once you wake up,” Alex said, his voice low and menacing, “I’ll make sure you regret everything. You’re not getting away from me. You’ll suffer for what you did to me, to us. It’s your fault our child died. You couldn’t even take care of yourself, let alone our baby.”

His words were unbearable, each one a stab to my already broken heart.

“You’ll never escape me.”

And with that, he stood up and left the room. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in silence.

Once I was sure I was alone, I opened my eyes, trembling from the fear and the weight of his words.

My thoughts raced. What could I do?

I wanted to call Nathan, to tell him everything—about Alex, about what I had just overheard, about the betrayal that had crushed me.

But before I could even gather the strength to move, the door creaked open again. My heart stopped.

I thought it was Alex returning. But no, it wasn’t him.

Instead, it was her—the woman he had been with, his mistress.

“Oh, you’re awake,” she said, her voice filled with mockery. “Good. I’m glad you’re conscious for this. You should see what I’m about to do to you.”

My eyes widened in terror.

What was she planning?

She strode into the room confidently, placing her designer handbag on the floor. From inside, she pulled out a syringe. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her approach me.

With a sinister smile, she inserted the syringe into my IV line. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, her tone laced with malice. “I’ll make sure Alex is mine. You? You’re just a pathetic little obstacle in my way.”

Her laugh sent chills down my spine as she slowly pressed the syringe, injecting its contents into the IV. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body was still paralyzed. I was helpless, completely at her mercy.

When she was done, she smirked down at me. “Good riddance,” she said coldly before walking out of the room.

Moments later, I felt my body growing weaker. My vision blurred, and I struggled to breathe. Panic set in as the sound of alarms filled the room. Nurses and doctors rushed in, their frantic voices overlapping.

“We’re losing her!”

I was slipping away, fading into the darkness. But then, amidst the chaos, I saw him—Nathan. He pushed past the medical staff and came to my side, grabbing my hand.

“Please,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. “Get me out of here. Save me. Don’t let Alex know. Just… take me away…”

Tears welled in my eyes as I felt my strength leaving me. “Please,” I begged one last time before the darkness swallowed me whole.