All Chapters of After My Last Breath: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

[Griffin]After I drop Elara back at the hospital, I walk her all the way to Cora’s room.I’m pretending to be normal, but I feel anything but that.Today, Elara expressed her desire to know more about me. My past. My childhood. My everything. And even though it shouldn’t feel that way—like a weight heavier than the earth itself—it still does. I feel like I was on the verge of being too exposed. Because if I hadn’t diverted the conversation and she hadn’t gone along with it, I would have told her everything, and that would have been like walking through damn fire.It would have hurt. Singed.Not because my past is the kind of wound that aches when mentioned, but because I don’t know how she would take it all in.Elara is kind and soft, and everything that’s good in the world. So, no doubt, she would pity me, feel bad for me, feel like she owes me something.And I don’t want t

[Damon]The moment we step out of the National Medical Council building, I feel like I can finally breathe again.Harry walks beside me, adjusting the sleeve of his jacket as we make our way down the marble steps.“Damon,” Harry says, not sounding happy at all. “Are you sure you wanna go this far? I mean, Elara is already wary of you… If you do this now, wouldn’t she hate you even more?”He’s right. For some reason, Elara seems taken by that penniless doctor, and I don’t even know why. What makes him better than me? Sure, he’s got the looks and that confidence that isn’t just for anyone, but still, how am I not better than him?It makes me mad, though. Just the thought of it makes me mad as hell.I huff, heading straight for my car, annoyed that Harry’s right. Elara will be mad. But so what? I’m doing this for her own good, am I not? That man clearly has no good intentions. If not for being Cora’s doctor, I doubt Elara would have even looked at him.“She might,” I admit as I open the

Damon looks surprised. Or maybe shocked. I’m not sure how to tell the difference.Or maybe it’s because I don’t want to trouble myself with figuring him out anymore.Yes, we were married once. That happened. But then we got divorced. And that was the end of it. Us.Besides, I’m pretty sure the last time he came to see Cora and Vera, the two of them made it pretty clear that they wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe not so much with words. But isn’t there a saying that sometimes actions speak louder than words?“What the—” Harry looks ready to counter, but Damon puts his hand in front of him, stopping him.“It’s okay,” he says, his lips pursed, his face ashen. “It’s not her fault. It’s me who didn’t cherish what I had.”Well, I’m glad he finally gets it now—the fact that he burned all the bridges himself.“But, Damon—”“I said it’s fine,” Damon says, a little more roughly this time, a warning resounding beneath his tone. He turns to face me once again, still struggling to meet my eyes.

[Elara]Damon.Of all the times, of all the moments for him to make another scene, he chooses now—the one second when Cora’s life hangs by a thread, and Griffin is the only one holding the other end.My blood runs cold, then scalding hot.I don’t even think. “Get out,” I seethe, the words tearing from my throat. “Get the hell out of here!”Damon looks at me, and for a second I almost think he might listen to me for once, but then he shakes his head very slowly. “Can’t do that. If I leave now, I’ll be letting him do something he shouldn’t. It’s only a matter of time before his license is suspended anyway.”“What?” What the hell does he even mean by that? “What are you trying to say? Whose license is being suspended?” But then I shake my head. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter right now. You’d better step out of the way and let Griffin do his job.”Damon rushes toward me and grabs my hands. “Elara, just listen to me once. Griffin is not the kind of man you think he is. His intentions… they a

I’m not the only one with my jaw practically on the floor.Damon, Nora, and Griffin look just as surprised.For a minute, I almost forget what the hell we’ve even been arguing over.“Did she just—” Nora fumbles over her words, rubbing her eyes as if to make sure this actually happened.Vera spoke. She warned him. She stood up for me just now.“Oh, my God. Mom should have been here,” Nora continues to babble, half smiling, half dumbfounded. “She’s gonna flip. She’d want to see this. Right away. In the best quality, no less. Super HD. Do you think the CCTV on that wall caught all of it?”I would have rolled my eyes if I weren’t so surprised myself.I place my hands gently on Vera’s shoulders and turn her around as I kneel in front of her.“Vera…” This time, I don’t try to stop the tears from falling. They come without warning anyway. “What did you just say?”“Mommy!” She’s still frowning, her little lips curled downward into the most adorable pout I’ve ever seen. “This man is bad. He’s