Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance Bride

Kendrick arrived home still seething with anger from the encounter with Eleanor. He looked like he was terminally ill, because his face looked deprived of blood. He must have been so disgusted by Eleanor's touch.

He immediately went to his bedroom to take a shower. He had a change of clothes before he went to the sitting room with his phone against his ear. He was discussing something quite important with Matt. He poured himself a glass of whiskey hoping to calm his nerves.

As he raised the glass to his lips, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. The room spun and Kendrick's legs buckled. Luckily he was able to hold unto something,if not he would have collapsed on the floor.

"Sir, are you there?" Matt raised a question when he realized that the phone was too dead silent. Even if Kendrick didn't respond, he would make some sounds to show that he was listening.

"Keep going," It was about the accident, the driver had confessed who sent him. They were discussing the befitting punishment for the driver before Kendrick was about to collapse.

He managed to get himself to a seat, he sat down until his eyes stopped spinning. His face had become pale all of a sudden, and his head throbbed with a headache.

He grunted lowly so that Matt wouldn't hear, he abruptly ended the call when the pain was too much to bear. He struggled with all the willpower in h to get to the room. He opened the draw and brought out some medications. He hastily took two with a shaky hand and downed it down in a go.

Kendrick sat down waiting for the pain to go down, but it refused to, which was unusual. He hadn't stressed himself much, so what could trigger the headache? Has his situation become worse?

Kendrick couldn't lay his hands on what exactly could be wrong. All of a sudden, he collapsed on the floor, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He became too weak to pick his phone to ask for help.

Dead down in his consciousness, he heard his phone ringing, but he couldn't pick it up. It frustrated him because he had never found himself useless like this.

...

Kendrick's eyes lid fluttered open, revealing a blurry light. He winced, shutting then again as a piercing light stabbed through his brain.

Groggily, he tried once more, squinting through whatever it could be. The room slowly came into focus. He lay in a hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white walls and soft beeping of machines.

A figure stood beside him,watching with an intense gaze. Richard.

Kendrick's eyes drifted to Richard, his expression a mask of confusion. Richard was simply irritated with that innocent look on his face. Kendricj has never looked innocent because he is not.

"What…what happened?" Kendrick's voice was barely audible, his throat dry.

Richard crossed his arm and responded arrogantly, '"You fainted. You are in the hospital, if you need me to tell you."

Kendrick didn't need to be under a cover, because Richard already found out the secret he was hiding.

From Richard's attitude, Kendrick guessed that Richaed already found the big secret he was trying to hide from everyone.

He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his head,making him fall back onto the pillow. But he didn't show the pain on his face.

Richard's expression was grim, "when did you plan on telling us?" He asked, staring dagger at Kendrick. It had always been Kendrick in that position of glaring, now it was Kendrick's turn to receive the same treatment he gave everyone. Because now, he is not the perfect Kendrick everyone knows.

Kendrick shrugged shoulders, the air of majesty still intact despite being sick. "I never plan to."

Richard was simply too annoyed to keep his emotions in check. Being a doctor has always taught him to control his emotions but not anymore. Kendrick can't always treat them like they don't exist.

"Who exactly do you think you are?" Richard spat out, his tone biting. "Why do you always want to portray yourself as the perfect being? You are sick and you need to get treated. Let go of your ego for once and admit that you need someone fucking help!" he exploded, his words echoing through the hospital room.

Richard's hand clenched into a fist. If it was possible he would throw a punch at him to reset his brain.

Richard's face twisted in a mixture of anger, frustration, and concern, his eyes blazing with intensity. His voice trembled with emotion, he never imagined that a day like this would come.

Richard's hands clenched into fists, his jaw clenched in frustration. "Let go of your ego for once and admit you need someone's fucking help!" he exploded, his words echoing through the hospital room.

His face reddened, veins bulging on his forehead, as he struggled to contain his emotions. "You're not a god, Kendrick. You're human, just like the rest of us. And humans get sick, they get weak."

Richard's voice cracked, revealing a hint of desperation. "I'm tired of watching you self-destruct. I'm tired of being ignored. You need help, Kendrick. Before it's too late."

Richard's anger and frustration boiled over, fueled by his deep-seated concern for Kendrick's well-being.

Anybody that walks in on that situation, would not think that Richaed was his friend. Their thoughts would be that maybe they are in a secret relationship.

Kendrick has never seen Richard lose his mind and emotion, but it is what it is.

Kendrick's expression remained the same, his eyes never leaving Richard's face. His gaze was calm, and his features showed no hint of emotion. Like is Kendrick Desjardins even human?

He didn't flinch as Richard broke out,a hint of amusement danced in his eyes, "Is that all you've got?"

Richard's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging as if it was about to pot out of their sockets. His teeth were grinding as he struggled to contain his fury.

"Is that all you've got?" Richard repeated. "You think your life is a joke? You are dying and all you can think of is maintaining composure."

"Who is dying?" A woman's voice, urgent and distressed, grew louder.

Kendrick's eyes shifted to Zephyrine, standing at the entrance of the ward.

Before he could respond, a commiting erupted outside the room.

A woman burst into the room, bumping into Zephyrine. Zephyrine steadied herself, narrowly avoiding the fall.

The woman rushed to Kendrick's bedside, throwing her arms around him. "Kendrick! Oh thank God you are safe!"

Her tight hug and tears sparked whispers within Zephyrine.

"Who is she?" Zephyrine's eyes narrowed.

Kendrick's face remained pale, his eyes locked in the woman who just appeared out of nowhere.

"Alexandra," he whispered.

The room fell silent, Alexandra's gaze met Zephyrine, a hint of challenge in her eyes.

"I'm his wife," Alexandra declared, her voice firm.