A Love Forgotten (Arianna and Elijah) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

My leg was still in a cant, pied with steel screws. I had no choice but to lie back down on the bed. Outside, voices rose, each shout louder than the last, 

“Logan, what do you mean by keeping my wife from me?” It was Elijah’s voice.. 

Logan’s tone was calm and cutting, “Elijah, she’s not your wife anymore. My legal team filed for divorce with the court over two weeks ago 

“So what? She still my wife until the court says otherwise!” Elijah’s voice was house but define 

“Does it matter?” Logan’s voice remained cold. “The second she decided to leave you, the marriage was over. What’s left in just settlement.” 

“You think you can tell me if I still have a relationship with her? What are you to her? Until the court says we’te divorced, she’s my wife, and I’m her husband.“ Logan’s laugh echoed down the hall, crisp and unbothered. 

“That’s quite interesting. Since when did a marriage certificate make a wo 

a woman a man’s possession? You think that piece of paper means the has to listen to whatever you say?” 

Elijah, unwilling to be deterred, shouted, “Don’t change the subt. I want to see her! Let me see her!” 

“Nope,” Logan replied smoothly 

Elijah then said. “I’ll sue you for illegal detention. 1 

The end of his sentence dissolved into a clamor of scuffling and crashing sounds. It seemed someone was beating him up, with people outside trying to pull them apart. 

A faint smile rugged at my lips. Just then, another woke, Jull of rage, roused down the hallway. 

“Elijah, you worthless bastard! Take one more step toward ark, and that will be the end of your life!” 

Achill went through me. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I hurriedly flipped moet off the bed. 

Awbeckhau was parked by the window. Grinting my teeth, I started the agonizing journey from the bed to the wheelchair, one excruciating step at a time. 

Each step I took felt like walking on knives, and every movement brought me closer to collapse Sweat soaked through my hospital gown, and beads of sweat trickled down my forehead Finally, I managed to teach the wheelchair. Grasping the armrest tightly, I pulled myself forward, but in my haste, I slipped and fell onto the wheelchair with a loud thud. The pain was blinding, malding stars Mash before my eyes, but I forced myself not to pass out, gripping the armrest hard as 1 strupeded into the seat, 

The hallway was a mess, of rather, Elijah was a mess. He lay sprawled on the ground, half–buried under a wheelchair knocked skew, with two crutches bent and broken around him. As I scanned the hall, packed with people and condusion, I gathered all the strength I could muster and shouted, “Jon!” 

I put everything I had into it, feeling the now sting in my throat. 

tawake? You’re really awake?” 

Elijah, still on the ground, Law me and started crawling toward me, desperation and relief clear in his eyes. “Al, you’re an 

But I didn’t spare him another glance. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar figure. 

“Jon!” called out again, this time with a pleadingnore in my voice. 

I caught a glimpse of Jonathan. He hesitated, almost as if hiding, before trying to slip away. Panic surged through me, and I pushed the wheelchair forward as fast as I could 

Logan finally stepped in, calling out to the man’s retreating back, “Jonathan! Don’t leave! 

This figure stopped, seemingly torn by some intense inner struggle. Slowly, he turned around. 

Trans incantly flooded my eyes, spilling down my face, and a sob escaped me, 

Jonathan sighed, defeated, as he walked over to me. Looking down at me, his little sister, sitting in a wheelchair and crying like a child, he sighed deeply. 

“You little fool, my sweet little AL“ 

I let out a wall and threw him, breaking into a full, untestrained sob. 

Jon, you finally cane to see med finally.