LOGINFiona POVDays after the accident I finally got discharged from the hospital, but the doctors were clear that I needed complete rest at home for weeks. My body still ached everywhere, bruises dark and painful, cuts healing slowly under bandages, ribs tender with every breath. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the empty ache inside where our baby had been. I moved slowly, careful, feeling fragile in a way I never had before.Elijah drove me home in his car, the ride quiet and gentle. When we arrived at Mom’s house, he didn’t let me walk. He scooped me up carefully in his strong arms like I weighed nothing, carrying me bridal style through the front door while I rested my head on his shoulder, too tired to protest. Mia and Raina followed behind with my bags and flowers from the hospital, Raina chattering nonstop about random things, new movies, funny work stories, her latest design ideas, just to keep my mind distracted, to fill the silence with something light.Mom led
Third POV Sebastian sat on the other side of the hospital room with his shoulders slumped and expression completely defeated, the hard plastic chair pulled close to the window where pale winter light filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds. Fiona lay in the bed, pale and fragile against the stark white sheets, monitors beeping softly in the background like a constant reminder of how close everything had come to ending. An IV drip ran steady into her arm, bruises dark on her skin, bandages on cuts. The room smelled of strong antiseptic and faint flowers from a bouquet a nurse had placed on the side table, but the air felt heavy, thick with grief, regret, and unspoken accusations that hung like smoke between them. Neither of them spoke for a long time, the silence stretching painful and loud, almost suffocating in its intensity. They could barely believe that just yesterday they had been having a warm family dinner with Grandma Corine, laughing around the table with full he
Fiona POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I saw was the plain white ceiling of a hospital room, harsh fluorescent lights buzzing softly above me. Everything felt wrong before I even opened my eyes fully. My body was heavy, aching in places I couldn’t immediately name, an IV line tugging at my arm, monitors beeping steady but distant in the background. The smell of antiseptic hit me sharp and cold, mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood. I blinked slowly, trying to focus, memories flooding back in fragmented, terrifying pieces—the heavy snow falling, the sudden violent impact from the side, metal screaming, glass shattering, the world spinning upside down in a blur of white and dark. The flipping car, the crushing sounds, the fear for the baby overwhelming everything.A nurse noticed I was awake and came over quickly, her face kind but careful, professional compassion in her eyes.“You’re in the hospital,” she said gently, adjusting the blanket over me. “You were in a serious
Third POVOn the morning after Christmas Eve, Sebastian was getting dressed to head home as the snow had finally stopped falling and the day outside looked beautiful and bright with clear blue skies. Sunlight poured through the windows of Ross’s apartment, reflecting off the fresh white blanket covering the city below, making everything sparkle like a perfect holiday postcard. The roads were being cleared steadily, plows rumbling in the distance with orange lights flashing, salt trucks spreading grit, and he knew he could drive safely now without risk. He pulled on his shirt and pants from the night before, movements slow as the weight of everything that had happened pressed heavily on him. Guilt sat like lead in his chest, mixed with confusion and a strange, unsettling sense of relief that the crisis with Ross had passed without worse consequences.Ross watched him from the bed, sheet pulled up loosely around her naked body, eyes soft but unmistakably possessive, a small smile pl
Fiona POVI drove through the middle of the night while the snow fell heavy and silent around me, big thick flakes hitting the windshield and melting slowly under the wipers that worked nonstop. The roads were dark and almost completely empty at this hour, streetlights glowing soft and yellow through the falling white, everything muffled and still like the world had paused just to watch me fall apart. My hands gripped the wheel tight, knuckles aching from the cold seeping through the gloves and from the tension that made my whole body rigid. My eyes burned from tears that finally started to fall as I left the house farther and farther behind in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. The sobs came sudden and hard, shaking my shoulders, making it difficult to see the slippery road through the blur of tears and swirling snow. My chest hurt with every ragged breath, like something vital inside had cracked open and couldn’t be closed again, the pain sharp and relentles
Fiona POVI didn’t wait for dawn to break. After hanging up the phone with Sebastian, his voice still echoing in my ears. Calm, lying through his teeth while I sat there watching the video of him with Ross on repeat, the sounds and images burning into my mind.I knew it was over. I had always known, deep down in some quiet corner of my heart, that this game was lost from the very beginning. Ross would always win him in the end. No matter how much I loved him, how hard I fought for us, how many good days we had, how much I believed we had built something unbreakable. She had a hold on him I could never fully understand or break.I sat on the couch in the dark living room for what felt like hours, the Christmas tree lights still twinkling cheerfully in the corner like they were mocking me, colorful and cheerful when my entire world had just turned black and empty. Grandma Corine slept peacefully a few feet away on the other end of the couch, her soft snores gentle and rhythmic, Coc







