Leave The Terrible Cop Husband Novel by Blair Wren _ Novel




Leave The Terrible Cop Husband Chapter 01

At the police housing complex in 2018, everyone whispered about Meredith Thompson.
Ever since she hit her head in that pileup, she'd finally turned into the kind of obedient wife Patrick Atkinson always wanted.
She no longer called him in the middle of the night to check where he was. Neither did she cry when he came home smelling of blood and cigarette smoke.
She didn't even insist he wear the heavy ballistic vest before heading out on dangerous drug raids.
Three days earlier, Meredith had nearly fainted in the neurosurgery hallway at Princeton Medical Center. A young nurse caught her just in time.
"Mrs. Atkinson, the pressure on your cranial nerves is getting worse. Do you want me to call Captain Atkinson on the desk phone?"
Meredith leaned against the wall for a long time. The throbbing pain in her head was killing her.
"No," she said, lips pale. "He's busy."
By the seventh day, the lingering effects of the crash had eased slightly.
She walked out of the kitchen with a glass of warm water and met Patrick's scrutinizing gaze.
He leaned back on the couch, still in his uniform, and frowned. "Meredith, still playing sick? It's getting old, you know."
"Playing sick?" she mused.
She had suffered a severe concussion the day of the hearing. The damaged nerves made her gag violently every time she swallowed food.
She looked at him calmly. She had loved this man for seven years. Now, because of the pressure on her optic nerve, his strong features were starting to blur.
Meredith couldn't see him clearly, but she remembered every word she'd overheard when she dragged herself to the station after waking from the crash. "Captain Atkinson, you're really not taking that half-month leave the police station approved?"
"Captain Atkinson, that diversion you pulled was risky. Using your wife's car to block the traffickers so Yvette could withdraw safely. Mrs. Atkinson was lucky. If the impact had shifted a millimeter, she'd be dead."
"You've got guts by using your wife as bait just to keep Yvette in your unit. Aren't you worried she'll file for divorce?"
"She won't." Patrick lit a cigarette casually, his voice cold. "It was an accident. Besides, after that, she won't have the energy to bother Yvette for a while. I owe her—I'll make it up to her some other way."
***
The sharp ringing surged through her ears again. Her doctor's warning echoed in her mind. "Mrs. Atkinson, the clot is too deep in your brain. If we don't operate soon, your memory and vision will continue to deteriorate..."
Meredith came back to herself, lowered her gaze, and forced the metallic taste down her throat.
Her silence only looked like passive resistance to him.
He tossed his cap onto the coffee table, impatience obvious in his tone. "I'll say this one last time. There's nothing between Yvette and me! She just graduated from the academy and got targeted by traffickers. As her captain, am I supposed to leave her unprotected?
"Besides, if you hadn't driven down that street while we were setting up the operation, would you even have been caught in that crash? And now you're acting like this over a few minor injuries?" He stood, his tall frame radiating a heavy, oppressive presence. "Go to the police station tomorrow and apologize to Yvette. Your interference threw the scene into chaos—she hasn't slept in days because of it."
"Apologize?"
Meredith's chest ached with bitterness, and she felt like she could barely breathe.
She had nearly died in a twisted wreck after being used as a shield by Patrick. And now she was supposed to apologize to the one who was responsible for it and even walked away untouched?
The dizziness drained Meredith's strength to argue. She felt like she didn't know Patrick anymore.
"Fine," she heard herself say, flat and calm.
Patrick paused. When had she become this compliant?
Before he could think further, his private phone vibrated on the table. The ringtone was distinct and harsh in the quiet room.
He answered. The voice on the other end trembled with tears. Meredith stood close enough to hear every word. "Captain Atkinson, I think someone's been pacing outside my door. I'm scared..."
"Go," Meredith said before he could make an excuse, turning toward the water dispenser.
The words Patrick had been about to say stuck in his throat. He watched her back, inexplicably irritated, but still grabbed his keys in a hurry.
"I'll be there in ten minutes. Lock the door. Don't panic."
The front door slammed shut.
The moment he left, Meredith's phone rang. It was Michelle Calhoun from the Legal Affairs Division, speaking in a low voice, "Merrie, I found something. When Captain Atkinson applied to marry you, he filed a written pledge with personnel. If you prove he's at fault in the marriage, his personal assets and allowances go to you. He'll also lose his badge. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Meredith walked to the window. She watched the patrol car roar out of the housing complex, her eyes empty.
After a long silence, she spoke. "I'm sure.
"Very soon, he won't be anything at all."

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