LOGINElena’s POV
“Are you ready to meet your donor?” I ask Sophie as she gets settled in her wheelchair. “Because I am.”
A full day has passed since she first received her donation. The doctors all inform us that the results are favorable, which means that she’s reacting well to the blood. Her symptoms are improving, and it’s all very visible.
Her pallor has improved. She&rsquo
Elena’s POV“Are you ready to meet your donor?” I ask Sophie as she gets settled in her wheelchair. “Because I am.”A full day has passed since she first received her donation. The doctors all inform us that the results are favorable, which means that she’s reacting well to the blood. Her symptoms are improving, and it’s all very visible.Her pallor has improved. She’s been asking for more and more food. Her heartbeat is getting back to normal, and her sleep pattern is a lot better.I don’t know when we could go home yet, but all signs point to soon.“Can I come too?” Liam asks, clinging to my hand. “I want to thank the mister who saved Sophie. I’m sure he’s a good person!”“He really is,” I say. “And of course you can come, Liam. Al
Third Person POVMira is furious. But she knows that if she shows even a tiny sign that she’s angry, her cover will be blown.However, she was still free to express that rage on the way to the hospital, so that’s exactly what she did. Benjamin has picked her and Ethan up from her parents to explain the situation.“I don’t know what the fuck happened,” he said as he drove them to the hospital. “I swear, I just set up the explosion for Elena. But for some reason, Tristan showed up and triggered the bomb himself!”Mira wasn’t sure how to feel. Because on one hand, she was worried sick about Tristan. But on the other hand, she also feels resentful that he’s still meeting up with her.“Did Tristan ever tell you what he wanted from Elena?” she asked.Benjamin shrugged. “Mayb
Tristan’s POV“Perfect match.”That’s all I start to hear. As I sink deeper and deeper into the darkness, that’s what echoes in my mind. Questions start to bloom before me like the changing colors of the lights, but they all disappear into a quiet whisper once darkness rolls in.For a long while, there’s nothing.Just a deep expanse of nothingness.Soon enough, my consciousness follows.Then I become absent of any sensation.I don’t know how long it went. I don’t know what happened while it was going on. All I know is that eventually, I wake up surrounded by white lights.Groaning, I look down at my body and see that I’m wearing a thin white hospital gown. Embarrassment immediately kicks in. When was the last time I was at the hospital? Maybe
Elena’s POVNow it all makes sense.Her weakness. Her constant fatigue. The fact that she wasn’t as active as she used to be for the past weeks.I start to cry harder.How did I let this go this far? How did I neglect my children? So many things happened and I didn’t focus on them. I was so wrapped up in all the drama regarding Tristan, that I failed to see what’s really important.M y heart breaks. I look down at Sophie and guilt just eats away at me. Liam holds my hand like he can feel it, but I can’t take comfort in anything because I know that it’s all my fault.“She has a twin,” I say, my desperation making my heart shake. “Maybe Liam can donate.”She shakes her head. “Unfortunately, he won’t be able to. We will test the father and mother.&rd
Elena’s POVTime has completely slowed down for me.Ever since the disaster at the play, I don’t think time has flowed right, even though I still remember everything that happened right after Sophie collapsed.The whole stadium was in a panic. Sophie’s teacher rushed to the stage and gets to her. Liam broke through the curtains and attends to his sister. Alexander and I got up from the crowd, racing towards the stage. I caught her in my arms, patting her cheeks, trying to make her open her eyes.Sophie managed to do that. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt so light and frail in my arms. Her skin was pale, her lips almost blue. I cried her name out and called out for Alexander to call an ambulance.“Mommy,” she said. “I can’t feel my body.”That was what slowed time down for me.
Third Person POV“Mira? What brings you here?”Benjamin is shocked to find Mira knocking on the door of his apartment at four in the afternoon. Even more shocked to see that Ethan is with her, wearing big headphones and singing along to some music that Mira put on so that he won’t hear a thing.Good thing that his wife isn’t here. She’s on a business trip. Which means that if Mira does decide to repay him, he will be right here….But Mira puts a stop to that fantasy real quick.“I need your help,” she says, cutting him off. “Can we come in? But you need to remember that this is strictly business, and I don’t want any fooling around. If Ethan hears or sees something, he’s going to report to Tristan.”Benjamin looks at her, then at the kid. All his desires fall flat. He just sighs and opens the door. “Lucky the wife isn’t here. But what do you want? What’s going on?”“Go play in the living room, Ethan,” Mira says to the child, who immediately obliges and brings his toys out of his backp
Tristan’s POVI came to Elena’s house fully prepared to confront her about what she did to our kids, about the two miscarriages she had that she felt the need not to tell me about. I’ve been angry and hurt and distraught. I was ready to fight. I didn’t care about her threat of being able to take me
Elena’s POVCloser. Alexander’s breath is warm on my lips. The tension in the air is thick. I have nowhere else to look at but his eyes. Even closer….“You have a lash on your nose,” Alexander suddenly says, blowing hot breath on my face. “There. It’s gone. God, it’s been bothering me all this time
Tristan’s POV“Just a few more bags,” Elena says sweetly as she watches me carry two bags of cement over my shoulders. One of them bursts, and I have to hurry up so as not to spill the powder all over the place. Her expression doesn’t change. Not an ounce of pity in there. “I do have to go somewher
Elena’s POVNo. I will not let them ruin my confidence. Not tonight. Not after everything.With that, I let Uncle Marcus pull me into the crowd, disappearing into the group of people enjoying the event. I don’t dare look back, I just keep my head high. My body straight and proud. A lot of people see







