Chapter 3Emergency Room Romance: My Ex vs. The Pack

Hearing that denial, Jax slowly turned his head.

His pretty eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Boo-hoo... Wifey, is it terminal? Are you dying? Is that why you hid it from me? Did you want to break up to save me pain? I won't allow it! We have money. We can cure anything."

"No, we're going to Switzerland. If they can't cure you, I'll go with you. Romeo and Juliet style."

Seeing that he was already writing a tragic screenplay in his head, I stiffly pushed his face away.

"Check your brain first. It's appendicitis."

He blinked, tears still shimmering, and threw himself into my arms, hugging me tight.

"Just appendicitis? Bad appendix! Evil appendix! I'm never talking to an appendix again!"

Fighting the pain, I pinched the soft flesh at his waist.

"Jax, if you don't stop acting like a toddler, get out."

Jax had satisfied his drama quota.

The nurses were practically vibrating. "He's so handsome... honestly, he might be hotter than Dr. Hayes. And he's so cute! They're so in love!"

Dr. Hayes, the subject of comparison, stared at Jax’s hands wrapped around me.

His gaze was frigid. He dropped a stiff sentence before walking away.

"Come to my office later. I need to explain the afternoon surgery."

Once Ethan was gone, Jax smirked and whispered in my ear.

"Scared off the Ex-Husband. Mission accomplished."

I rolled my eyes.

"So what? You better stop taking advantage of me."

I peeled his hands off my waist.

Jax sat on the stool, looking wronged as he peeled an apple for me.

"As your husband, am I not allowed a little touchy-feely?"

I stared at the man before me and whispered a correction.

"Accurately speaking, we are in a contractual relationship."

Jax’s eyes, bright as stars, shimmered.

He looked like he was about to cry again.

"Oh. So you really just treat me as a Contract Shifter, not a man?"