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Amaya POVHis reaction caught me off guard. I froze, slowly looking up, confused. His jaw clenched tight and his neck tensed.“Does it hurt?” I asked carefully.He nodded, but his voice came out hoarse. “A bit…”I frowned and slid my hand just a little lower, trying to feel around the edge of the bandage. But the moment I did, he sucked in his breath through his teeth, his jaw clenching even more.“What about here?” I whispered, brushing over the side of his abdomen.He shook his head, eyes closed now. “No,” he said. But even though he claimed it didn’t hurt, his whole body was taut like a stretched wire.My gaze flicked downward, landing on the jagged scar that curved around his lower abdomen—where I guessed the stab wound had been.The room felt too quiet, and before I could stop myself, I traced a finger around it. Not too hard, but just soft enough to feel the edges of it under my palm.“Amaya…” he said, my name coming out strained like a whispered prayer.I looked up again, but t

Dante’s POV“How could I not love him?”I only meant to return her phone. That was it.I hadn’t meant to overhear anything. And a part of me wished I hadn’t.She didn’t see me right away. Not until she turned the corner, eyes glossy and red, and reached out to take her phone from my hand. She didn’t say a word. Neither did I.But the second she disappeared down the hall, a tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it.I quietly wheeled myself back to my room as more tears fell, until I was practically sobbing.I hated it. I hated how broken I sounded. I hated that her words were the only thing echoing in my head over and over again.“Love had never been enough.”That night, I barely slept. I couldn’t even toss and turn since I couldn’t move my legs, so I ended up staring up at the ceiling until the first light of dawn crept into my room.****“We need to go over some things,” Cyrus said, holding a stack of files. I had just finished breakfast—even though I barely tasted it—and now I

Amaya POVJust like I told Dante—I didn’t visit him at the hospital after that day.For the next week, I was busy ordering things to be moved into my new place. Everything had to be exactly how I wanted it, which turned out to be way more complex and stressful than I expected. By the end of each day, I was drained.“And just like that, you’re now legally single,” Ryder said with a sigh as he signed the last page of the divorce papers. “Can you believe we were married for, what, eight months?”“Yeah, it feels so weird, doesn’t it?” I replied, flipping through the pages to be sure everything was in order. “I’m finally leaving this place.”“Is it weird that I don’t want you to?” he asked, stepping closer. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”“You know cell phones exist,” I muttered. Unlike before, when I wasn’t even allowed to text him and had to sneak around writing letters, I now had actual freedom.“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he

Amaya POVSlap!The sound of the slap still echoed across the hall.I wasn’t planning to stay here long. So I hoped—really hoped—I wouldn’t be put in a situation like this. But some people just don’t know when to shut up.She stood frozen, one hand pressed against her cheek, clearly stunned, like she couldn’t believe I actually did that.I took a step closer until I was right in front of her. “If you ever speak to me like that again,” I said, “I won’t stop at just a slap.”She opened her mouth again, maybe to give an excuse.“Get out!” I yelled.She hesitated.“Now!”The command in my tone snapped her out of it. She grabbed the suitcase she had tossed earlier, still holding her cheek, and walked away.I stared at the empty hallway for a second after she left, then finally exhaled. My hands were still shaking slightly, but I didn’t regret it.A few minutes later, she came back—head bowed low, like she’d swallowed her pride and choked on it.“The room is ready,” she muttered, then point

Dante’s POVI used to live in a small village. I was raised by a single mother who was heavily pregnant at the time. As for my father… one day, he just got up and left. According to my mom, he went out to find work and wouldn’t return for a long while.But now that I’m older, I know better. He wasn’t coming back.We were poor. So poor that getting two meals a day was considered a blessing. But still… I was a happy kid. Whenever I got scared, my mom would sing to me. Every night. That lullaby became the only thing that could help me fall asleep.One night, it was the same routine. She tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and hummed that sweet tune, gently rubbing her swollen belly.“Is it going to be a girl or a boy?” I asked.“Hmm… what do you think?” she replied with a smile.I thought for a moment. “Boys are too rough,” I said seriously.“Oh really?” she chuckled.“Yeah. Noah hits hard when we play. He says boys should be strong and know how to fight. But I don’t like fighting.” I made