All Chapters of Love me again, Dear Ex wife!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kayla’s POVThe steady rhythm of the heart monitor should have comforted me. It didn’t. It sounded too perfect—too synchronized. Every beep was sharp, precise, mechanical. Like the system had rewritten even the sound of my pulse.I lay there, staring at the ceiling, counting the seconds between each breath. Liam hadn’t left my side since I woke. He sat slouched in the chair beside the bed, eyes hollow from exhaustion, hands still trembling as if afraid I’d vanish if he blinked.The nurse had come in once, checked my vitals, whispered something to Liam, and left. But even then, I noticed it—her hesitation, the way her gaze lingered on the monitor too long, her lips tightening like she saw something she didn’t understand.When the door closed, Liam finally spoke.“They said you shouldn’t be awake yet,” he murmured, voice rough with fatigue. “That after what happened, it’s a miracle you’re breathing on your own.”I turned my head, my throat dry. “It wasn’t a miracle.”His brows furrowed.

Kayla’s POVThe heart monitor kept slowing, each beep like a countdown. I pressed my trembling fingers against Liam’s chest, praying for warmth, for movement, for anything human beneath my touch. His skin was cold. His body still. The machine’s blue light flickered across his face, washing away every trace of life I once knew.“Liam,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t leave me. Not now.”The mark on my wrist glowed brighter, pulsing in rhythm with the dying heartbeat on the monitor. It wasn’t just reacting—it was responding. The system was waiting for me to decide.Adrian’s voice came again, low and calm, as if he could sense my hesitation. “You can save him, Kayla. All you have to do is open the door.”My chest tightened. “And if I do, what happens to me?”“You won’t lose yourself,” he said softly. “You’ll become something greater. No more pain, no more fear. You’ll never have to watch anyone die again.”His tone was almost gentle—too gentle—and that terrified me more than his a

Kayla’s POVThe moment I opened my eyes everything was still. Too quiet. There was an odor of rain and ozone in the air, such as a storm has already blown away and left the world shaking in its aftermath.I sat up slowly. I no longer found myself in the lab or the crumpling vacuity. Rather, I was in an enormous white room and the walls glowed with some slight streams of light which beat like veins. The silence was filled with the hum of energy, regular and persistent, like a heartbeat.I felt like I was alone a moment. But then I saw him.Liam.He stood a few feet away, his back to me, his hands clenched at his sides. The light reflected off him, tracing the faint lines of circuitry that now marked his skin—the same faint blue glow that pulsed in mine.“Liam,” I whispered.He turned slowly, and my breath caught. His eyes weren’t the same deep blue I remembered—they shimmered with faint electric light, like a reflection of the network itself. “You shouldn’t have followed me here,” he s

Kayla’s POVThe sun was rising and hitting the hospital window, soft and golden, too pleasant to a world that was so hollow. I arose slowly, the silence crouching upon my chest. All the breathing was a contest between sorrow and life.Liam was gone.The thought echoed endlessly, a truth my mind kept rejecting even as my heart already knew. I could still feel him—his warmth, his touch, his voice—but it wasn’t real anymore. It was a memory, flickering at the edge of a reality that felt colder with each passing second.The faint blue pulse on the monitor beside me hadn’t stopped since I woke. It wasn’t part of the system now, at least not one that could control me. It was gentle, constant, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to a machine. I liked to think it was him. A part of him. Watching.The door opened softly, and a nurse entered, smiling faintly when she saw I was awake. “You’re recovering quickly,” she said, checking my chart. “Honestly, we didn’t expect you to wake up this soon.

Kayla’s POVThe room was silent again, but my heart refused to calm. I sat on the edge of the bed, the monitor still dark, my fingers tracing the faint glow where Liam’s presence had last flickered. The world outside the window was washed in gray light, heavy clouds crawling over the skyline like slow-moving ghosts.He had been here. I’d felt him. His warmth, his voice, the pulse that moved through the air like an invisible heartbeat between us. And now, even in the silence, I could still feel him. Not in the way of memory—but in the way you feel a storm before it breaks.My hand lingered over the monitor again. “Liam,” I whispered. “If you can hear me… I need you.”The monitor stayed blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, faint blue lines began to form again. A soft hum filled the room, and the temperature shifted—the air warmer now, familiar.I never left.The words pulsed on the screen, steady and sure. My breath caught in my throat. “Then where are you?” I asked softly.Closer t