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Chapter 4

Author: Mary
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 17:36:48

Chapter 4: Damian’s POV

I stood at the side of the hospital bed, staring down at Elena’s unconscious face. Her pale skin made the faint blue veins on her temples stand out, and her right hand rested weakly on the white blanket.

My mind flashed back to yesterday in the studio—the loud crash, the heavy equipment cases tumbling down, and the exact second I saw the rack tip over. My first instinct had been to leap forward and push her out of the way. But I had stopped myself. I had pulled my hand back and watched her fall.

She deserved it. I wanted her to experience what it felt like to be abandoned by the person who claimed to love you in a life-or-death moment.

Seven years ago, during that warehouse fire, a burning wooden beam had collapsed right between us. I was trapped beneath the debris, screaming her name, but Elena had turned her back on me and run straight into the smoke to save another man instead. She had left me to burn.

I leaned over the bed, my eyes narrowing as I looked at her motionless face. Do you finally understand how it feels now, Elena? Does it feel good to be discarded like trash?

A part of me wished she would just lie quietly by my side like this forever—helpless, dependent, and forced to rely on me for everything.

Elena’s eyelids fluttered, and she let out a low groan as she began to wake up.

The moment I saw her stir, I immediately turned around, reached for Chloe standing nearby, and pulled her tightly into my arms.

Elena opened her eyes, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights of the room. When her gaze landed on me holding Chloe, her posture instantly went rigid.

"Did you really have to go to such pathetic lengths, Elena?" I asked, my voice dripping with cold mockery. "Landing yourself in the hospital and ruining the entire photo shoot—all because you couldn't bear to watch me taking couple's photos with Chloe?"

Chloe rested her head against my chest, playing along.

I smirked, looking down at Elena. "If you get out of that bed right now, get on your knees, apologize, and beg me properly, I might still consider forgiving you."

Elena glared at us, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated hatred. She didn't cry. She didn't beg.

"The two of you deserve each other!" Elena spat out, her voice raw with rage. "You are both disgustingly fake, and you should be locked away together forever!"

Before I could reply, Elena reached out her left hand, grabbed the glass water pitcher from the bedside table, and slammed it viciously against the metal tray.

CRASH!

Shattered glass exploded across the room. A stray flying shard sliced straight across Chloe’s cheek, leaving a thin line of bright red blood.

"Ah!" Chloe shrieked, clutching her cheek in horror as blood seeped through her fingers.

"Are you crazy?!" I yelled, stepping forward and shoving Elena’s hand back onto the bed.

I quickly scooped Chloe up into my arms, holding her close to protect her from any more flying debris. I turned back to Elena, my jaw clenched in anger.

"If you still want your mother's project documents," I said coldly, staring her down, "you had better show up at Chloe’s birthday party tomorrow."

Without waiting for her response, I turned on my heel and carried Chloe out of the hospital room.

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