Secret Wife to a Disabled Billionaire

Emerald's Point of View 

The small wound I got while preparing the basket for my husband was nothing compared to the pain that struck in my heart. I walked towards his hospital room, and as expected, a couple of his men were scattered around and guarding his door. 

One of his security personnel looked at me from head to toe. "You're not a nurse or a doctor. Visitors are not allowed." 

I bit my lower lip. I am not just a simple visitor but Jude's husband! Those are the lines I wanted to slap on them, but I couldn't. Our marriage is confidential; it should be kept a secret; otherwise, I'll be doomed if someone finds out! 

"I am representing Campbell Daily and an employee under Campbells. They asked me to personally deliver this fruit basket for him. How can I not fulfill the task assigned to me by my bosses? Will you cover up for me instead if my boss vents out their anger?" I responded sternly. The guard I was speaking to slowly glanced to his right side.

One of them nodded his head and opened the door for me.

A dead silence crept inside the room. Jude was sitting on the bed, facing the other side of the room, buttoning up his white long sleeves. He picked up the coat that was hanging beside him, spun around, and faced me.

His cold, stoic face narrowed on my location. I nibbled my lower lip as I gripped my coat tightly. 

"What are you doing here?" A cold, raspy voice filled the entire hospital room.

Unhurriedly, Jude's eyes fell down on my hand. Jude noticed the freshly cut, bandaged fingers on my hand. Feeling nervous, I hid my hand behind my back. 

I directed my gaze toward the cut on his face. It's fresh and red. A day hasn't passed, and yet he's ready to go out. He's not listening to the doctor again!

"The doctor advised you to take at least two weeks off to rest, so-" I wasn't able to continue because he interrupted.

"Leave." 

I didn't listen to what Jude was whining about. Instead, I placed the fruit basket on the side table and engaged in conversation.

"How can I just leave you here? I may have ulterior motives for coming here, but I am still your wife, Jude." 

Jude stood up, holding on to the hospital bed as soon as he had enough strength to sit on his wheelchair. I held his hand, helping him to settle himself, but he simply brushed off my hands in a harsh manner.

For the second time around, I was hurt. He never accepted any help from me. 

He scoffed. "Oh, God. We're only married on paper, Emerald. Quit acting like you're my real wife. For years, you've been trying like one!" 

Jude may harbor animosity toward me for up to three years. He doesn't need to say yes to my parents in order to tie the knot and