But the doctor said none of that.
"I’m sorry, son," he choked out. "We lost her."
Cameron frowned in confusion. "You what?"
They’d lost her, as in, they didn’t know what room they’d stuck her in, right? Then he wondered how in the world they could misplace Sienna. She would’ve been way too weak to go anywhere on her own.
But the doctor’s eyes filled with sympathy. "Your wife’s dead, Mr. Banks."
Cameron blinked and licked his lips.
"Mr. Banks?"
Cameron jerked back to the present and flew to his feet to stare bleakly at the doctor who’d worked on Olivia.
God, Olivia.
Not Olivia.
He thought she was different. He thought—he never would’ve guessed Olivia of all people would try to do this.
Holding his breath, Cameron waited for the news. Was she dead or were they just taking her to the mental ward? God, he needed a drink. He couldn’t imagine a vivacious spitfire like Livy being dead.
Not Livy.
He didn’t know what he’d do if something happened to Livy. Everything with her had been so different than it’d been with Sienna. It’d been better.
"Your wife is checking out at the desk if you want to meet her there, Mr. Banks," the doctor informed him.
Cameron stopped. He realized he’d been holding his breath and suddenly sucked in air. It only made him feel woozier. "She’s alive?" he gasped.
The doctor frowned and eyed him strangely. "Of course, she’s alive. I admit she lost enough blood to warrant a transfusion, but you got her here
in plenty of time to prevent anything serious from happening."
Slumping back into the chair he’d been sitting on, Cam cradled his head in his hands and blew out a relieved breath. The intensity of it nearly made him pass out. He sat for a moment and concentrated on breathing.
She was alive. She was apparently okay. And no one in a white coat was coming to take her away.
He didn’t understand, but he certainly wasn’t going to question it. Olivia was okay. For now, that’s all that mattered.
Blowing out a breath, Cameron pushed to his feet and gritted his teeth. He was more than grateful she was okay, but a new fear lodged itself in his abdomen as he moved toward the check out.
He’d married another suicide junkie.
If he didn’t do something, it was going to be Sienna all over again. But for some reason, Cam knew it’d be more devastating to lose wife number two.
"I’m not going to do this again," he said quietly, staring down at his shaking hands. "I can’t. Damn it. I won’t."
Sixteen
Cameron was strangely quiet as he drove home. In the passenger seat, Olivia snuck quick glances his way. He ignored her, staring bleakly straight ahead. She wasn’t sure what was going on with him. It wasn’t normal for him to be this mute. His silence was almost scary in fact, because he was usually so open with what was on his mind.
Olivia realized she didn’t like not knowing what he was thinking. Sensitive to his mood, she clamped her own mouth shut and closed her eyes, resting her face against the passenger side window. When they reached the house, he came around to her side as if to help her from the car, though Olivia had already opened the door and slid out.
He paused when he saw her taking care of herself. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he turned his back to her and started for the house. When she reached the entrance, he was on the phone.
Olivia had no idea who he was talking to; his voice was muted too low to hear. Slowly, she started for the sofa, wincing with each step she took. She was just settling herself into the plush cushions when he hung up.
Cameron ignored her and picked up the remote control to the television. He turned it on and commenced to pace behind the divan as he stared fixedly at the screen. Trying to watch him made her dizzy, so Olivia gave up and closed her eyes.
~ ~
Something was wrong.
"Get over here now," Cam growled in Boston’s ear. "And bring your briefcase."
Boston wasn’t sure what had happened, but he hurried out the door as soon as his cousin disconnected. Once he reached Cam’s place, he let himself inside the front door without knocking and found both Olivia and Cameron in the front room.
A relieved breath deflated from his lungs. By the tone in Cam’s voice, he’d been so sure she’d left him.
But there she sat slumped on the couch with Cam pacing behind her,
his hands on his hips. He sent Boston a dirty look as if to say, What took you so damn long?
"What happened?" Boston asked, coming to a stop when he saw Olivia’s pale face and bandaged wrist
Cameron merely growled, "Start the annulment papers. Right now."