All Chapters of A Twist of Fate with the Callous Billionaire : Chapter 181 - Chapter 185

— Sophia’s POVThe sound wouldn’t leave me.That hum. Or maybe it wasn’t even there anymore. Maybe it was just stuck in my head, lodged so deep I’d never claw it out. Like a splinter under the skin that no amount of tearing could free.I held Irene’s hand too tight. His fingers limp, sticky with Ethan’s blood. I pressed them against my chest like I could warm them back to life, even though I knew, God, I knew, warmth doesn’t always come back once it’s gone.Ethan was still on his feet. Barely. His shoulders shook. His shirt clung wet and black to his ribs. He kept swaying forward like he meant to charge the stone itself, then rocking back like he’d collapse instead.He wouldn’t look at me. Not really. His eyes were glued to that crack in the slab. Wide, glazed, wild. Like if he stared long enough he could will it shut.“Ethan,” I whispered, my throat scraped raw. “You need to sit. You’re bleeding too much.”He barked something that was almost a laugh, but broken. “And what, let it

— Sophia’s POVI watched Irene’s chest rise and fall. Not once, and not twice. There was a uncontrolled, scraping sound that was more like the atmosphere dragging air through him than his lungs working.My breathe seized, not because I forgot how to breathe, but because I didn’t want to steal a single ounce of oxygen away from him. My body got locked around his, my hands gripping him so tight that I thought I’d crush him, but if I loosened even a little, what if he slipped?Ethan was still slumped beside us, blood stain streaked across his jaw, soaking through the torn fabric at his shoulder. His eyes were wide, empty, too wide. Like he was watching something the rest of us couldn’t see anymore.“Ethan,” I whispered, half-pleading, half-warning.He didn’t answer. He just stared at our boy. His lips trembled, parted, closed again. I could hear the teeth grinding, clicking. His whole body was shaking, but it wasn’t from the wound. No, this was something deeper.Something gnawing at

— Sophia’s POV There was silence, in the midst of the storm. I'm not talking about the soft, not that kind. It was heavy, very thick, just like the forest had swallowed itself whole and was daring me to breathe first. I didn’t. I couldn’t. My lungs locked the way they always did when Irene went too still. But then, A twitch. His fingers again. very small. clumsy. Just like he was trying to hold onto a dream slipping out of reach. “Baby,” I whispered, kissing his knuckles. My lips trembled too hard, the kiss broke halfway, sloppy, wet. “You’re still here. You’re still mine.” Ethan shifted beside us, the sound of him was awful. His bones clicking, his breath ragged, just like every inhale was being chewed through glass. But his hand found Irene’s chest. Flat, steady, pressing down like he could weigh him back into the world. “Count with me,” Ethan rasped, but his voice broke halfway. “One… two…” He was shaking, and couldn’t even make it to three. I clamped my hand ove