The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 242 Glancing around for the watering can, | went about the small task of watering some of the pots. As soon as | tried to lift the can above the table, | was struck with a terrible tremor in my hand. | sucked in a sharp breath and bared through the struggling pain of not having total control over myself. My heart seized in my chest. | hoped that this wasn't something that was permanent. | had a bad enough feeling that | was going to be dealing with other long-lasting issues. "Tremors are a natural side effect for someone like you who's lost a lot of blood," lan explained.

"In time, you'll notice they will lessen." A couple days had gone by and staying true to his word, lan was back at the manor. He was glad to see that my wrist was nearly healed along with my fingers. My ribs were well on their way back to normal but | was still required to use either a soothing gel or ice packs to reduce the swelling. All of that became inconsequential, knowing that today was the day he would be removing my stitches. Today, | was going to see the real damage that Fiona had caused with her handiwork. My heart hammered frantically in my chest as the examination ---- went on.

Alexander had sent the invitation out to Samantha. It wasn't hard to imagine that she would be more than eager to accept it, knowing that a 'new life' was being presented to her. Both she and Isabella had likely fallen into a spot of false assurance due to the lack of news that had circulated on the situation. Well, that was about to come crashing down. While lan turned his back to grab the cloth shears from his bag, | stole a quick glance at the clock. Samantha as well as her husband, Liam, were due to arrive by the afternoon.

It only gave me a few hours to collect my thoughts and rein in my emotions. "Alright, ready?" lan asked. "Not really," | admitted shakily. He gave me a supportive smile. "You're still you underneath all of this," he said, gesturing to the gauze. lan began cutting away at the cloth and unraveling the layers. With each passing second, my heart climbed higher and higher into my throat. | can do this...| can do this... They're just scars... My palms grew sweaty. Soon Ina had removed the last layer of the gauze and | was finally able to open my other eye.

| waited ---- for my vision to clear up before lifting my head. lan's expression remained impassive. Probably years worth of having dealt with cases similar to mine. He worked with a steady, confident hand and began removing the sutures. The process was slow and almost agonizing. By the time lan had come to the last one, | felt as though | was on the verge of passing out. I'd become so dizzy from the lack of air getting to my lungs. It had completely slipped from my mind that I was forgetting to breathe. "They're out, Evelyn." lan continued to keep his expression stoic and professional.

"Would you like to have a look in the mirror?" My throat was scratchy. "Maybe in a moment." He nodded his head in understanding. 'I'll check in in a couple of days. You know to call me if something were to come up." | gave a curt nod. | patiently waited for lan to leave the room before | slowly got up and headed toward the bathroom. | kept my head low as | flicked on the light. "You can do this," | whispered. "Just look in the mirror..." On a mere whim, | turned to face the mirror. My heart sank to the floor and my mind shattered to pieces.