Chapter 82

**CHLOE**

What was he doing here?

He walked over to me and then pressed down on the mattress with his weight.

“Chloe dear,” he murmured, running his fingers along my jawline, and then he traced them down to my stomach and stopped.

“Get your filthy hands off me,” I snapped with a strained voice, but he didn't budge.

I winced as I tried to sit up. "Careful, dear,” he whispered, helping me adjust the pillows.

“What are you doing here?” I scoffed. “And why does the doctor think that you are my husband?”

Standing up, he let out a sinister laugh. “Were you expecting it to be someone else?” And then he turned to me, narrowing his eyes. “Get over him," he snapped. "He's not coming back.”

“I'll call security,” I warned. Extending my hand to the stand, I tried to reach for the intercom, but Robert stopped me.

“You should look at the bright side,” he said, lowering himself back on the bed. “You have me,” he breathed, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Fate always has a way. Don't you agree?”

I flin