Semua Bab His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Bab 61 - Bab 66

LioraMy heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I kept pacing back and forth like that would somehow make the doctors come out faster or magically make Florence okay, or not okay because to be honest, I didn’t even know which one I wanted anymore.I ran a hand through my hair again, tugging at the roots before glancing over at the hallway Caleb had disappeared into when we were told to step outside. I hadn’t seen him since. He hadn't said much either after she collapsed, even while rushing her in here unconscious.I clenched my jaw.It wasn't like I cared. But it wasn’t like I didn’t, either. Oh God I did. My heart was beating too hard for me not to care, in fact I'm afraid, so much afraid right now.And then there was Tristan.Sitting a few seats away, legs crossed, elbows on the armrests like he was lounging in a lounge instead of a hospital. His eyes were on the floor, or maybe nowhere at all. Silent. Unreadable.Of course he’d followed me here. Of course he’d brought the whole damn army w

Tristan “Liora.”My voice came out quieter than I meant, almost lost in the sound of the water.She didn’t move.Didn’t even flinch.It was like she couldn’t hear me.I stepped in fully, not caring that my shoes were getting soaked, that water had pooled over the tiles. I reached for her carefully, like approaching a wounded animal.“Hey---hey,” I said, trying again, more firmly. “Liora.”Her eyes moved slowly to mine, unfocused at first. It took a second before recognition flickered across her face. And even then… it was faint.She blinked.Just once.Then looked down at her own hand. As if seeing the glass for the first time.I reached for her wrist. “Give it to me.”She didn't respond to me. “Liora,” I said again, gentler this time, stepping closer until I was under the spray with her. “Let go.”Still nothing.So I pried her fingers open myself, blood slick against my palm as I pulled the shard of glass free. I tossed it behind me and cupped her face.Her skin was cold.Colder th

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of self-harm and emotional trauma. Please read with caution. If you're struggling, you're not alone, consider reaching out to someone you trust or speaking with a mental health professional.LioraHe couldn’t even look at me when I asked why I couldn’t be allowed to die. Not when I said the truth out loud that Caleb now hated me too.He just stood there, frozen. That same solemn look on his face. Like a statue made of guilt.Wasn’t this what he wanted?It’s kind of... funny, in the worst possible way.How he suddenly wanted to act like some savior after everything. After ruining everything. After turning Caleb’s eyes cold and unfamiliar.Florence’s hate was expected. Her anger, normal.But Caleb?That... That was too much.Even in the car with him, I didn’t cry. Not a single tear. It was like something had shut down inside me, like my soul had quietly slipped out while I wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t name what was wrong. I just... d