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Elena's POV The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic, the kind that clung stubbornly to the air no matter how long you stayed. The room itself was quiet, save for the occasional beep from the heart monitor. I shifted slightly on the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. My body still ached, a dull reminder of everything I’d been through recently.Mia, perched on the visitor's chair beside me, was scrolling through her phone with a sly grin tugging at her lips."Okay, spill," I said, giving her a knowing look.She glanced up, all innocent. "Spill what?"I raised an eyebrow. "Don’t play dumb. You’ve been dying to tell me something since you walked in here."Mia’s grin widened. "Fine, fine. So, remember how I told you about my boss?""Ah yes, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Too-Handsome-for-His-Own-Good," I teased.Mia chuckled. "Exactly. So... we talked."I shifted again, this time fully turning to face her. "About the kiss?"Mia's smile turned mischievous. "Mmhmm... and more."I blinked.

Elena's POVThe air smelled fresher today — cleaner somehow, as though the universe itself had conspired to make this moment perfect for me. I stood by the window, watching the sunlight stretch lazily across the hospital courtyard. Nurses bustled about, and cars hummed in the distance, but my mind barely registered the noise. I was leaving today — finally. After weeks of being stuck in this sterile room, breathing recycled air and listening to the constant beeping of machines, I was free.I glanced at my reflection in the glass. My face looked thinner, paler, but my eyes sparkled with something I hadn't seen in a while — hope. Real hope. For the first time in a long time, things were finally going my way."Almost done!" Mia's voice chimed from behind me.I turned to see her zipping up my small suitcase. She grinned, brushing her dark hair away from her face. "Are you sure you’ve got everything?""Yeah." I smiled back, but my voice wobbled a little. "I can't believe I'm actually leavin

Elena's POVFour months had passed, and somehow, everything was finally starting to make sense. The chaos I once feared — the sleepless nights, the endless diaper changes, the overwhelming responsibility — had all found their rhythm. Motherhood wasn’t perfect, but I was learning. And more importantly, I was happy.Chase had become my entire world. Every little coo, every curious stare, every sleepy smile — they all felt like tiny victories. Some days were harder than others, sure, but I’d gotten used to it. My mornings were a mix of feeding bottles, gentle lullabies, and trying to keep him from crying when I set him down for even a second. My afternoons were filled with laundry, tidying up, and sometimes sneaking in a quick nap if I was lucky. But somehow, I didn’t mind the exhaustion — it was the kind that came with love.And through it all, Ethan had been... wonderful.He wasn’t just showing up out of obligation — no, this was different. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be present

Elena's POV I stared at the rack of dresses in front of me, feeling like I might melt into the floor if I stood here any longer. Each gown seemed to mock me, their glittering beads and delicate fabrics whispering, You’re not good enough for this."This one!" Mia’s voice broke through my thoughts as she held up a gown — sleek satin with an off-shoulder neckline and a long, flowing train. The kind of dress that belonged to someone who walked into a room and owned it. Someone confident, poised... beautiful.“Absolutely not,” I muttered, folding my arms.“Oh, come on!” Mia groaned, shoving the dress closer to me. “You’d look amazing in this.”I shook my head firmly. “I’d look like… like… I don’t know, some sort of gruesome bride of Frankenstein knockoff.”Mia burst out laughing. “You’re so dramatic.”“I’m serious,” I huffed. “None of these dresses are going to look good on me.” My eyes dropped to the floor, my voice softening. “I don’t have the perfect body for this.”Mia’s smile faded,

Elena's POVThe tears came slowly at first — soft, shaky breaths that turned into quiet sobs. But the more I tried to swallow it down, the harder it hit me. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a rope around my ribs and kept pulling — tighter and tighter — until breathing felt impossible.I buried my face in my hands, hoping somehow I could hide from it all. But the images were still there, burned into my mind like cruel reminders I couldn’t erase. Ethan’s face... his stupid smile... the way his hands clung to them — those women — like they belonged to him.How could he?A choked sob escaped me, and suddenly it all poured out — raw and ugly. Tears streamed down my face as I rocked forward, clutching my knees like I could hold myself together.“I’m so stupid,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m so... stupid.”I thought back to every warning sign I’d ignored. The late-night meetings, the sudden ‘business trips,’ the way he’d avoid eye contact when I asked where he’d been. I’d