All Chapters of The Good Wife Quit: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

After that breakdown, I got sick.The fever kept spiking. I drifted in and out.Adrian stopped going to work. He stayed home, called a doctor, brought me water and meds—quiet, stubborn, playing the part of a husband.I didn't speak to him.Every time we locked eyes, there was nothing left. Just cold distance. Final.When I finally got out of bed, I set the divorce papers on his desk."Sign it, Adrian. I listed the assets. I'm only taking what's mine. Not a cent more. Think of these seven years as a lesson I paid for."My voice came out rough, but steady.He stared at the papers, his face darkening. His hand came up like he was about to rip them."You can tear it," I said, calm. "I'll print another copy. If you won't sign, I'll file. Once it hits court, it won't look good."His hand froze midair. He looked at me like he didn't recognize me.Guess he never thought the girl who used to follow him would push him away this clean."Emily, we—""There's nothing left to say."I t

Adrian was wrecked—fractures, internal bleeding. He stayed in the ICU a full week before he stabilized.Celine got hurt too, but nothing serious. Mostly shock—and the legal mess waiting for her.Intentional assault was enough to ruin her.During that time, I moved back into Adrian's place.Not as Mrs. Sandford. Just... a caretaker.His parents were too old to handle it.His staff could run the business, but they couldn't take care of him.I handled everything—hospital stuff, police, the company.I stayed by his bed, machines beeping around him. Watched him drift in and out, push through the pain, fight through rehab.When he woke and saw me, something flickered in his eyes.He started relying on me. When he was awake, his eyes tracked me everywhere. He spoke carefully.He flinched at the nurses, pulled back fast—only letting me near.Like, even broken like this, he was clumsily trying to hold on to something.Sometimes he'd look at me, eyes heavy with regret, and rasp, "Em