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Chapter Fifty-Eight

Author: Maya Adams
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 07:17:49

Emilia’s POV

Morning sunlight seeped in through the large hospital window, making my face warm before I even opened my eyes. For the first time in four days, I didn’t feel like throwing. I stretched my arms above my head and blinked at the ceiling.

“Well hello there, energy,” I muttered.

I sat up slowly, expecting a wave of nausea to knock me back down, but it didn’t come. I smiled.

“About time.”

I looked around the room expecting to see Richard asleep in the chair by the bed like he had been before.

But the chair was empty.

The pillow was fluffed and the blanket folded. Weird.

“Richard?”

I called out, even though I already knew I was alone.

My eyes caught on a small folded note on the nightstand. I picked it up and unfolded it.

"I had to step out for a business meeting. I wish you were here with me. Rest well, my love. I’ll be back before you miss me too much.

—Richard"

I rolled my eyes, even though my heart did a little flip at the “my love” part.

“Cute. Real cute,” I muttered.

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