Marry The Billionaire Again

Michelle Harris was wheeled into the ER, barely conscious, her heart rate dropping to dangerous levels.

"Patient has severe internal bleeding, needs emergency hysterectomy immediately. Her condition's critical—get her family in here right now!"

Was this really it? Michelle's eyelids felt like they were weighed down with lead, too heavy to even flutter open.

"Doctor, please..." Her thoughts were already slipping into the dark fog of unconsciousness, but just before she lost her hold on reality, she caught a nurse's voice: "Dr. Cruz, the family signed off on the surgery."

Those words crushed the last tiny shred of hope Michelle had left. The beep of the heart monitor beside her flatlined into a steady, dead hum.

"Dr. Cruz, her heart's stopped!"

"Get the defibrillator, now!"

The nurse hurried out to find Logan Harris, shoving a critical condition notification form into his hands. "Michelle Harris' heart stopped. We just need your signature here—we're doing everything we can."

Logan's brow furrowed, frozen in place for a split second. "What do you mean her heart stopped? I thought this was just a routine procedure?"

He spun toward the ER doors, trying to shove his way in, but the nurse blocked his path. "Sir, you can't go in there!"

A steely edge hardened Logan's face, his voice sharp enough to cut. "I'm going in to see what's happening. Move."

He brushed right past the nurse's protests and burst through the doors—just in time to see the defibrillator jolt Michelle's chest. The sight squeezed his heart so hard it ached out of nowhere.

"Sir, you have to leave!"

The nurse's shout made Dr. Thomas Cruz pause, but he snapped his focus right back to resuscitating her seconds later.

Logan pushed past everyone to get to Michelle's side and shouted, "Michelle Harris, I warned you. If you die on me, I'll make sure your grandmother joins you. Don't believe me? Go ahead and try it."

The second the words left his mouth, Michelle's heart rate spiked back to life. The monitor beeped steadily again, her heartbeat back to normal. A wave of unexpected relief washed over Logan, even if his face stayed as cold and unreadable as ever.

After a grueling fight to bring her back, Michelle was finally stable enough to move out of the ER. Logan wheeled her out himself.

As they left, Thomas pulled off his surgical mask, his gaze dark and pensive. It lingered on Logan's retreating back, heavy with quiet disapproval.

Michelle woke up the next morning to find Logan asleep in the chair beside her bed, his eyes ringed with exhaustion from a sleepless night.

"You're awake," he said softly, standing up to move to her bedside.

Just looking at him dragged up the memories of the last moments before she blacked out. Tears stung her eyes, but she pushed them down and said, "Three lives, and my womb... I've paid my debt to Josephine Perkins. Logan, let's get a divorce."

When she said divorce, Logan knew he should've agreed right away. But for some weird reason, the words that came out were: "Don't even think about it. You think you can just walk in and out of my life whenever you feel like it?"

Bang!

A loud crash from the hallway cut them off. Logan's head snapped toward the door, glare sharp. "Who's there?"

The hospital room door swung open, and Josephine stepped in, her face pulled into a solemn, concerned expression. "It's me. I heard Michelle was admitted, I just came to check on her..."

"You should be resting yourself," Logan murmured, slipping an arm around Josephine right in front of Michelle. "She's going to be fine, there's no reason for you to wear yourself out staying here."

Michelle bit down hard on her lower lip. It felt like someone had driven a knife straight through her heart, letting a freezing cold wind pour into the hollow.

"Haven't you put on enough of a show? I need to rest, so just leave!" Michelle's voice was ice cold as she stared at the pair. But Josephine just walked past Logan, gently pushing him aside.

Michelle tried to pull back, pressing herself deeper into the mattress, but Josephine reached out. Her touch was light, her eyes glistening with what looked like regret. "Michelle, I've let the past go. Don't worry—I'm not going to come between you and Logan."