로그인Payton POVThree days later, Richard left the house before the sun was even fully up. He kissed my forehead and whispered that something urgent had come up at work—something he couldn’t put off any longer. His eyes begged me to understand, and I did. I told him it was fine, but only if he promised to come home early. He smiled, squeezed my hand, and left.After my morning bath I padded into the living room, still in my robe, hair damp and loose. Mom wasn’t there, so I followed the smell of food into the kitchen. She was standing at the stove, flipping scrambled eggs, humming softly under her breath.“Good morning, Mom,” I said, sliding onto the high stool at the counter.“Payton, baby! How was your night? Did you sleep well?” Her voice was warm honey, the kind that always made me feel safe.“It was good. I slept really well.”She scooped the fluffy eggs onto a plate and turned to me with that gentle smile I’d known my whole life. “Where’s Richard?”“He left for the office early. Said
Richard POVWeeks slipped by, and Payton grew stronger every single day. She could finally sit up without help and even walk to the bathroom on her own. I stayed glued to her side, and so did her mother, Mrs. Bianca. Even though her mom had a thousand other things pulling at her, she never left Payton’s bedside. Brooke and Nora came to visit at least twice a week, arms full of gifts and fresh flowers. Brooke had postponed her wedding just so Payton could be there when the time came. “I need my best friend standing beside me,” she’d said, and I’d never seen Payton smile so wide.We still hadn’t talked about the past. Every time she tried to bring it up, I gently shut it down. “Get well first,” I’d tell her. “Then we’ll face everything. Right now, your only job is to heal.”The day we finally left the hospital felt like breathing again. Mrs. Bianca kept cracking jokes the whole drive home, filling the car with laughter. Payton lay across the back seat, her head resting on her mom’s lap
Payton’s POVWow… this place is incredible. I could stay here forever.I sat on a wooden bench in the middle of a breathtaking garden, surrounded by fields of wildflowers in every color imaginable—vibrant pinks, deep purples, sunny yellows, and soft whites that swayed gently in the breeze. It felt like spring had decided to stay forever. Everything shimmered under a warm, golden light, and the air smelled like fresh rain and honeysuckle. But the best part? My dad was right beside me, his arm around my shoulders, my head resting against his chest. For the first time in forever, the heavy weight I’d been carrying lifted. No more troubles. No more worries. Just peace.“I just want to be here with you,” I whispered.Dad chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he ruffled my hair. “Oh, Payton.” He smiled down at me, eyes full of that familiar warmth. “It is beautiful here, isn’t it? But what about the people who love you? They’re going to miss you.”I looked up at him, my
Teddy POV.I stepped into Payton’s hospital room that evening, and the sight of her hit me like a freight train. She lay unconscious, fragile under the harsh fluorescent lights, the steady hiss of the oxygen mask the only sound in the quiet space. Tears burned my eyes. This was my fault. All of it. I moved closer, my legs heavy, and gently took her hand. No response. Nothing. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, forehead pressed to the edge of the mattress.“Payton,” I whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it would push you here… I’m sorry for everything, my love. Please get well soon. Stay alive for me. I’m begging you.” I kissed the back of her hand, then rose slowly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Leaning down, I pressed another soft kiss to her forehead. “Whoever did this to you is going to pay dearly. I swear it.”I turned to leave, but the door swung open. Richard walked in, his face tight with worry.“Hello. Who are you?” he asked, eyes narrowing.I cleared
That night, I lay awake, staring at Payton as she slept soundly beside me. Earlier that evening, she had been furious when I told her I was traveling again. But I had no choice. Elizabeth had threatened to expose everything to my wife if I didn’t accept her proposal.It was too much. I didn’t know what to do anymore. Elizabeth had become a threat to my entire life—to my marriage, to my home. She wasn’t the person I thought she was. She was tormenting me in every possible way.She had called me earlier that day, reminding me about the Hawaii trip she had already booked. Her ticket was purchased, and she insisted we meet at the airport together.I had tried everything to make it clear that I was no longer interested, but I knew she wasn’t going to stop. So I decided it was time to tell Payton the truth myself.The next day at the airport, I walked into the departure area and spotted Elizabeth already seated in the waiting lounge. As soon as she saw me, she smiled brightly and stood up.
It was Monday evening when I finally made it back to New York, back home, back to my wife. The moment I stepped inside and saw Peyton sitting on the couch, a wave of pure joy washed over me. She stood up, came straight into my arms, and we held each other tight. I slipped the small velvet box into her hands. When she opened it and saw the beautiful diamond necklace, her eyes widened in amazement. I was so glad she loved it.All I wanted that night was to pour every ounce of my love into her. I kissed her gently at first, then softly, then deeper, ready to lose myself in her. Even though I was exhausted and my mind was tangled with everything going on with Elizabeth—and the guilt I carried toward Peyton—I knew I had to make things right. But she gently stopped me and told me to go take a bath first.After my shower, I headed to the bedroom. Peyton still hadn’t come in. I lay there scrolling through my phone and saw a text from Elizabeth. I didn’t reply. I set the phone aside, my chest







