MasukChapter One Hundred and TwentyTristan's POVA few minutes later, the nurse returns.“I'm sorry, but the medical team needs to carry out a procedure. You've spent enough time with her for now. We'll let you know when you can visit again.”I look at Andrea one last time, reluctant to leave her side, but there's nothing I can do to change the situation. With a heavy heart, I release her hand and follow Daniel out of the ICU.Once we're in the corridor, I slip my hands into my pockets.“Call her family. Tell them what happened, that she's in the ICU, and that they need to get here as soon as possible.” I swallow, forcing myself to continue. “They deserve to know the truth. And when they get here, I'll explain everything myself.”Daniel studies me for a moment. “Are you sure you're ready for that?”“No.” I glance toward the ICU doors. “But that doesn't change anything. I've already done enough damage to that family. They deserve to hear it from me.”“I'll call them.”“There's something el
Chapter One Hundred and NineteenTristan's POV“Excuse me.” I stop a nurse hurrying down the corridor. “I haven't received any update. Please, where is she now?”The nurse slows down, glancing at the chart in her hand. “Miss Vale has been transferred to the ICU for close monitoring.”“Can I see her now?”“Yes, but...” Her eyes wander over my bloodstained shirt and the dirt covering my clothes. She hesitates before meeting my gaze again. “Not like this, sir.”“Why?” My patience is hanging by a thread. “I'll be quick. I just need to see her, even if it's only for a minute.”“I understand, but you need to change into clean hospital scrubs before entering the ICU. We can provide a set for you, and you'll need to wash your hands properly.”“I can't wait for…”“Tristan, just do what she's asking,” Daniel interrupts, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Changing won't take long.”I look between them, ready to argue, but the nurse is already pointing us toward a nearby bathroom where I can clean u
Chapter One Hundred and EighteenTristan's POV He pulls me into a hug, and something inside me finally gives way. I grip the back of his shirt, bury my face against his shoulder, and break down. The tears come so hard that I can barely breathe, and for once, I don't try to stop them.I cry for Andrea, for the child I haven't even met, and for every word I wish I could take back. Daniel holds me without saying anything, allowing me to fall apart in a way I've never allowed myself to do in front of anyone.When I finally pull away, I wipe my face with the heel of my hand and draw a shaky breath.We wait.A nurse eventually comes out to tell us Andrea is undergoing emergency surgery. I ask question after question, but all she can tell me is that the doctors are doing everything they can. Once she leaves, I resume pacing while Daniel stays close, occasionally checking his phone but never straying far.Time has never moved so slowly. My hands won't stop shaking, and I keep staring at the
Chapter One Hundred and SeventeenTristan’s POVThe journey feels like an eternity, but we eventually reach the hospital. The ambulance doors swing open, and medical staff rush forward to take Andrea from the stretcher. I follow them, refusing to let go of her hand until a nurse steps into my path.“Sir, you need to wait here. The doctors are taking her in now.”“I’m coming with her.”“You can’t enter the emergency room. Please, let us do our jobs.”I try to look past her, desperate for one last glimpse of Andrea, but they wheel her through the double doors before I can follow. Her hand slips from mine, and the doors close between us.For a few seconds, I stand there, staring at them. Then the reality of what just happened hits me, and I sink into a nearby chair, burying my face in my hands. My clothes are soaked from the rain, Andrea’s blood stains my fingers and shirt, and my arms still ache from the CPR I performed on the road.I can still see her lying motionless beneath my hands.
Chapter One Hundred and SixteenTristan’s POV“Call an ambulance! Now!” I shout at my guard as I rush toward Andrea’s car. “Tell them we have a pregnant woman in a serious accident!”“I'm on it, boss!”I barely hear him. My eyes are fixed on the wreckage ahead, where the front of Andrea's car has been crushed beyond recognition. People crowd around it, shouting for help and trying to see inside, but I push past them until I reach the driver's side.Andrea is slumped against her seat, her eyes closed and her head tilted awkwardly to one side. Blood runs from a cut on her scalp into her hair. For a second, I can only stare at her, unable to accept that the woman I was chasing barely minutes ago is lying motionless inside a wrecked car.“Andrea?”I reach through the broken window, but the twisted metal makes it difficult to get to her. Her seat belt is still fastened, and the door won't open.“Fuck!”I grab the door handle and pull, but it doesn't budge. I try again, ignoring the pain as
Chapter One Hundred and FifteenTristan’s POVHe nods and hurries around to the driver's side. A moment later, the engine starts, and we pull away from the restaurant with the second car in our convoy close behind us.I open Andrea's contact and stare at her name for a few seconds before typing a message.‘Andrea, please. Give me a chance to explain. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I'm sorry. Please wait for me. I'm coming.’I send it and call her immediately.It rings several times, but she doesn't answer.I end the call and try again. Still nothing.My jaw tightens as I lower the phone. I've spent three months convincing myself that leaving Andrea alone was the right thing to do. Now that I've finally found the sense to go after her, she won't even pick up my calls.“Sir, traffic is getting heavy ahead,” my driver says.I look through the windshield. Cars are packed tightly together, their brake lights glowing through the rain. The farther we go, the slower we move, until
Chapter ElevenAndrea’s POVI wake up slowly, the kind of slow where my brain is still half-asleep but my body is already screaming at me.Everything aches.My body feels like it has been through a very polite war, sore in places I did not know could ache, heavy in the best and worst ways. The shee
Chapter threeAndrea's POVI get home that night, and the first thing I hear is my mother crying.It’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last, but it never gets easier standing outside the kitchen door listening so I linger for a moment before walking in. She wipes her face quickly an
Chapter two Andrea's POVThe whole room turns at once.Security stops moving, the host straightens, and every whispered conversation around me dies when everyone heard that voice.I turn slowly, and the first thing I notice is that he isn’t looking at the broken pieces on the floor, or the host, or
Andrea's POV “My house in Santorini is becoming a headache,” the silver-head man in front of me says, swirling his drink like he owns the ocean itself. “Every summer there is some renovation issue. The staff says salt air destroys everything.”I tilt my head slightly and laugh, not too loud, not t







