Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 187

ATHENA

One week later….

“Do you know what this is?”

“I plead the fifth.” I respond head on.

He ignores me.

“It's a document signed by Alexander King, stating he doesn't want it to be used on him no matter what!. This is the very drug that you used in surgery!”

“His family consented. I consented.” I respond in an irritated tone.

Anger bubbles inside me. My son is scared and has caught on that something is wrong. They keep calling me to the prosecutor's office, detective center etc, the hospital refuses to back me up. Alex's father made sure I'm not detained and promised to handle this. The only reason I'm not currently wearing an orange suit is because of his power and influence.

“Who are you to consent?” The detective asks, but I refuse to answer. “You’re not legally allowed to do that!” he snaps. “You’re not his wife, next of kin, nor power of attorney. You had no right!”

“Maybe I am his wife. How do you know I'm not?” I raise a brow.

Well, I'm his ex-wife. But he doesn't need to know that.

“Trust me, we would know.” He responds coldly.

My eyes fall to his chest so I can read the name of his badge.

“Detective Burner. Right?” I give him the most chilling smile I can summon and lean forward, “I'm pretty sure you heard me when I said his family consented, right?”

He sighs, leaning back with irritation marrying his features, “ His family may have agreed. That may be the case, but Alex is a public figure, and the Quinns Medical hospital is answerable for each action. They have no say in this, and the law will take action!”

“I pretty sure we've established the fact that I don't give a shit.” My patience starts running thin, and courage starts babbling inside me like I've been possessed.

“Even if he specifically said not to be saved?”

“Even if the world screamed at me to let him go. I wouldn't have.”

He studies me, his frustration rising with every answer I give him.

Makes two of us.

“You're not God, Dr. Dawson.”

“Seeing you're still alive and kicking confirms that statement. If I were a powerful being, you wouldn't exist.”

I know men like him. Men who have no backbone or desire for justice. They are puppets used by the rich to get what they want and make everyone dance to their tune. I'm long past that. They're just about to find that out.

He slams his hand down. “You violated medical law. You disregarded an explicit DNR equivalent, used an unapproved drug, shut out hospital staff, and threatened your team in the OR!”

“The door had a fault. I just went to check it. Can you prove I locked it? Did anyone from the inside admit to that?”

His eyes burn in anger, “Because you fucking threatened them!”

“Woah! Calm down detective. Wouldn't want you having a heart attack. I wouldn't save your ass, so be careful won't you?”

He breathes out slowly and slides the file back toward himself. “You know what happens next, right?” His eyes meet mine,

“You look tough now but you'll eventually Slip. I can't wait to break that attitude of yours. You're only not in jail because of Eli King’s intervention. But make no mistake, if this goes to trial, your license is gone, your reputation destroyed, and you will face jail time.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I ask as I rise from the chair slowly, deliberately, letting the silence stretch. “Because if it is, you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better.”

I walk toward the edge of the table, my hands flat on the cold surface, and lean just slightly closer.

“My son cries at night because I’m not there. And the man I love, the father of my child is fighting for his life while you sit here swinging your tiny little badge like it makes you powerful. I know you know who I am to the Kings by now.

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