I stood still.Just on the other side of the wallâclose enough to hear every word, every gasp, every breathâbut too far to undo the moment.ââŠItâs positive.âFarahâs voice was shaky, a mix of disbelief and something else I couldnât name.I didnât hear Eloiseâs voice right away. Just silence. The kind that screams louder than anything else.Then came the softest sound Iâve ever heard from herâbroken and trembling. âItâs Elijahâs.âI closed my eyes.Like a punch to the gut, like the ground was ripped beneath me.I shouldâve walked away.I shouldâve given them privacy.But I couldnât. My feet were planted, like this wall was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.Inside, Maren was saying somethingâcomforting her, maybe scolding her tooâbut all I could focus on was the echo of that name.Elijah.Even now. Even after everything. He still has a part of her I will never have.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to breathe.I thought I could bring her back into my world and everything would
"How is she?"My voice was low, careful, as I leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen where Maren was busy preparing tea. It had been two weeks since we brought Eloise here, and every passing day felt heavier than the last.Maren rolled her eyes without looking at me. "She didn't eat. Again."I exhaled sharply, my chest tightening. "Did she at least drink something?""No," she said flatly, placing the cup down a bit too hard. "And before you ask, no, I didn't force her. Iâm not going to beg a grown woman to eat when all she does is sit by the window and ignore me like Iâm her maid."I swallowed hard. I knew this wasnât easy for Maren either. "I'm not blaming you."She turned to face me, arms crossed, frustration written all over her face. "Then who should we blame? Me for trying? You for dragging her here? Or her, for refusing to fight for herself?"I looked away, jaw tightening. I knew Eloise was hurting. And I knew I was the reason."Sheâs grieving, Maren," I said, barely above a whi
Maybe I'm no different from Noel."I hate you..."Those were her last words before she walked away from me.I clenched my jaw as I watched her go. Her steps were fast, firmâbut I could see her hands were shaking. I hurt her. I saw it in her eyes.I threatened her. I told her that if she didnât leave Elijah and come with me, Iâd take everything backâeverything that was rightfully mine. The company. The name. Even her. I used the one card I never wanted to pull: the truth that Iâm still her legal husband. That Iâm still the rightful heir to Dawson.And I hated myself for it.But what else did I have left?Iâm dying. I only have five months, and all I wantedâGod, all I ever wantedâwas her.Iâve lost everything else. My time. My strength. My peace.And now Iâve lost the only person I wanted to come home to.Maybe Iâve become everything I swore I wouldnât be.Maybe the real damage wasnât what Noel did to me.Maybe itâs what I did to myselfâwhen I let desperation make decisions my heart nev
I was gone for almost ten years.Ten years of silence. Ten years of pretending I didnât exist.And the world⊠it moved on without me. Just like I told myself it would.Just like I told myself it should.But nothing prepares you for the sting of actually hearing it from them. Elijah and Eloise.Married.I should be happy for them. Elijahâs always been the better man. And Eloise⊠she deserves happiness more than anyone. After everything I put her through, maybe this is fate correcting my mistakes. Maybe this is karmaâslow and cruel, but justified.But knowing that doesnât make the ache go away.Because I loved her. I still do. I think I always will.And now, every time I look at herâso close, yet so farâI wonder what couldâve happened if I didnât lose my memories. If Noel didnât steal years of my life. If I had just loved her right, from the very beginning.Would she still be mine?Or was I always meant to lose her in the end?I splashed cold water on my face.Once. Twice. But nothing
The white walls of the clinic felt too bright, too cleanâlike they didnât belong to someone like me. I sat on the cold metal chair, my shirt still damp from being washed, my body aching in places I didnât even know could ache.The doctorâmiddle-aged, polite but distantâwas flipping through papers with shaking fingers. Maybe it was the silence, or maybe I already knew what was coming. My gut told me this wasnât going to be a normal check-up.âMr. Dawson,â he finally said, his voice low, careful.I didnât respond. Just stared at him.He set the papers down. âWe ran all the tests twice. Thereâs... something aggressive in your system. Stage four.â He paused, searching my eyes for any reaction. âItâs cancer. We caught it too late.âI blinked.Just once.Then again.âWhat are you saying?â I asked, even though I already knew the answer.âYou have five months to live. Maybe less⊠maybe a bit more, depending on how your body holds up.âFive months.I leaned back, letting the words settle in. F
I am Matthew Dawson.Eloiseâs husband. Elijah and Veronicaâs brother.And this⊠monsterâNoelâwas the mistake I shouldâve never made.Everything came back to me like a goddamn flood. The marriage, the lies, the inheritance, the night Elijah vanished, and the cold truth that I married Eloise not out of loveâbut out of obligation. Duty. Desperation.At least, that was the start.But somewhere along the way, I fell.For her laugh. For the fire in her eyes. For the way she held me like I wasnât broken.And now Noel... this sick bastard... was trying to rewrite all of that.âYou remember now, donât you?â he grinned, crouched beside me like a predator playing with its prey. âYou said my name.âI didnât speak. I just stared at him. Blood still dripped down from the corner of my head, soaking my collar. My wrists burned from the restraints, but I didnât care. I wasnât scared anymore.âYou kidnapped me⊠You fucking kidnapped me and trapped me on that fucking island!â I shouted, my voice raw and