Epilogue

Logan's pov.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh, sterile lights of the hospital room greeted me. Disoriented and weak, I blinked several times until the blurry figures around me came into focus. There was Mia, her eyes filled with worry and relief, and my family standing by her side, their faces etched with concern.

"Mia..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her eyes lit up with tears of joy as she took my hand in hers. "Thank goodness you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

My family wore expressions of both happiness and concern. My mother's eyes were red from crying, while my father's stern facade tried to hide his fear. It was then that I knew I had to be honest with them about how I felt.

"I can't go through with the marriage," I admitted, my voice stronger now. "I love Mia, and I can't marry someone else."

My father's face turned stern, and he scolded me, "You're being impractical! You have responsibilities, and this is no time for childish whims!"

Befor