Suzanne’s pov:
The rhythmic beeping of the machines reminded me I was still in the hospital.
Why do I have a lot of machines when I feel okay, I thought? I blinked slowly, stretching just enough to shake off the stiffness in my muscles.
Then I felt movement. Across the room, Dominic was there.
While sleeping, I could not remember the events of the previous night; I did not even hear him come in last night.
He had slumped onto the couch, one arm over his eyes, as if blocking out everything else. Even now, he looked tense, like rest didn’t come naturally to him.
I watched him for a moment, something twisting in my chest.
Then yesterday’s conversation with Racheal surfaced.
Her words echoed in my mind.
"Dominic has changed. You made him change."
I swallowed hard, letting the memories hit all at once.
I remember how it all started.
The contract marriage.
The deal felt so cold and calculated, It was as if impossible to turn it into something real.
Yet here we were.
He had stayed.
Through
