Todos los capítulos de Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The hours in the waiting room felt like a suspended world—no day, no night, just the hum of machines, the quiet shuffle of nurses, and the ache of waiting that refused to end. Since the surgeon left, Myla sat still, her fingers gripping the paper cup of once hot coffee until it bent in her hand.Beck had moved to stand by the window, staring at nothing while Jared leaned on the wall beside him, arms crossed, his eyes dark with fatigue and the kind of worry that had nowhere to go.“He’s stable,” Myla whispered to herself for what seemed like the millionth time, as if repeating it could make it real. “He’s alive.”Jared nodded slightly but didn’t move. “He’s a fighter, My. He’ll be fine.”Beck’s voice came from the window, low and dry. “He shouldn’t have had to fight this hard.”The silence stretched again. None of them knew what to do next…. Only that going home without Hayden felt wrong, but staying felt unbearable.Finally,

The ICU room was always too cold no matter how much they turned up the heater. It was like the entire ward was devoid of any sort of warmth both internal and external because of the level of grief that had stained the place over the years.Machines hummed around Hayden, blinking lights and quiet beeps in perfect rhythm, mocking the stillness of his body. His skin looked too pale against the white sheets. Tubes snaked into his arms, down his throat. Every sound, every flicker of movement from the machines made Myla’s chest tighten.The two days the doctor had said had blurred into four. Then into seven.It was the week's end, saturday, and he still hadn’t woken up.Myla barely left his side. She’d pulled one of the visitor chairs close to his bed, wrapped herself in one of his hoodies, and stayed there—watching him breathe through the ventilator. Only leaving when Beck or Jared convinced and begged her to. But they too had been busy with their firm and manag

Everything felt heavy.Not just his body, but his chest, his head, soul… even the air around him.At first, Hayden thought he was underwater. His ears buzzed, sound warped and distant, light flickering weakly above him. When he tried to open his eyes, they barely twitched. His body refused to move. The weight pressing down on him was thick, endless.Then, slowly, sound started to break through.A faint, muffled but familiar voice.“Myla…”He didn’t know if he said it out loud or just thought it, but the name rolled through him like a heartbeat.Another voice answered — softer, lighter. Beck. He could almost see him, leaning against a wall, pretending to be calm. Then Jared’s voice, sharp but trembling at the edges.They were close that he could feel them.He tried to move again, even if it was just his fingers but nothing happened. His chest felt like it was wrapped in ice as panic started to claw at him, drowning him.. pulling him under

The nurse leaned in, scanning the monitor. “Heart rate steady, pressure normal.” Then she looked up at Myla, smiling gently. “Keep talking to him. Familiar voices help.” Beck moved closer, his hand on Myla’s shoulder as if to steady both of them. Jared stood by the bed rail, silent but alert, eyes locked on Hayden’s face. “Come on, Hay,” Jared said softly. The air felt heavy with waiting. The green line on the monitor climbed and dipped in perfect rhythm. Then his eyelids flickered twice before slowly lifting. Myla let out a shaky sob that sounded like a prayer. “Oh God…” Her fingers pressed to her lips as tears filled her eyes. “You’re awake. You’re really awake.” Hayden blinked slowly, his gaze unfocused. His lips parted like he was trying to speak, but only a dry rasp came out. Myla leaned closer, brushing his hair from his forehead. Tears spilling freely. “I’m here, baby.”

The morning light spilled softly into the hospital room, catching the pale blue of the walls and the silver rails of Hayden’s bed. The day had started like the others; quiet and slow, with the faint hum of machines marking time.But something in the air felt different. Hope had been hovering at the edges for days, small and fragile. Today, it felt closer.The doctor and his team entered with a portable monitor and a calm smile. “Morning, Mr. Oakley,” he said warmly. “You up for a little progress check?”Hayden gave a faint nod. “Depends,” he rasped. “You planning to stab me with sharp objects again or just poke me?”The doctor chuckled. “Just a few pokes today. Let’s see how your nerves are responding.”Myla stood beside him, fingers laced with his. Beck and Jared hovered near the window, pretending to stay casual, but the worry in their eyes gave them away. They were all holding their breath.The doctor posit