All Chapters of MY UNDOING: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DAMIEN I woke up to the soft warmth of Macey clinging to me like I was her lifeline. Her arms were wrapped around me in a way that made it impossible to move without waking her, and for a moment, I just let myself lie there, listening to the quiet hum of the morning. The sunlight hadn’t yet broken through the blinds, leaving the room in that golden, sleepy glow that somehow made everything feel softer, slower, like the world had paused just for us. I couldn’t help but laugh softly as I nudged her gently. “Morning,” I whispered, grinning at her peaceful face. Her hair was a mess, sticking up in random places, but somehow it made her look even more adorable. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy but still sparkling with that sleepy charm that always made my chest tighten. “Morning,” she mumbled, stretching lazily, one arm flopping over my chest. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, careful not to crush her in the process. Glancing at the clock made my heart sink just

MACEY I woke up to the sound of something beeping. Soft, steady, mechanical. My mind couldn’t place it right away. For a moment, I thought I was still at the restaurant—that maybe Sam was still across the table, sipping her iced tea, rolling her eyes at something stupid I’d said. But when I tried to move, everything around me felt wrong. The smell. The crisp sheets. The weight on my chest. A hospital. My eyes blinked open slowly, the white ceiling blurring into focus. The steady beep came from a monitor beside me, and the light in the room was painfully bright. My throat felt dry, my body heavy, like I’d been underwater too long and only just surfaced. “Mace?” My head turned toward the voice. Sam was there—sitting in a chair by the bed, eyes puffy, her phone in her hand. The moment our eyes met, she exhaled sharply, her relief so visible it made my chest tighten. “You’re awake,” she said softly, standing to come closer. “What…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “What happen

MACEY When I opened my eyes, the room was dim. The faint hum of the hospital machines filled the silence, that steady rhythm of beeps and breathing that didn’t belong to me. For a second, I thought I was alone—until my eyes adjusted and the shadows in the corners of the room started to take shape. My parents were there. Mason too. Samantha, Jessica… even Liam, Jessica’s husband, was here. Liam, who was supposed to be in Singapore for business. They were all scattered across the room in awkward positions, asleep but not at peace. My dad was slumped in the chair near the door, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face drawn and tired. Mason was stretched out on the couch, snoring softly, with one arm over his eyes. Samantha and Jessica had curled up together near the window, heads leaning against each other, like they’d run out of ways to stay awake but couldn’t bring themselves to leave. Liam was half sitting, half sliding down the wall, his long legs stretched out, his he

MACEY My parents left after dropping me off, and honestly, I was so fucking glad. I loved them, I really did, but I couldn’t stand another round of “I’m sorry, sweetheart” or “You’ll be okay, baby.” No, I wouldn’t be okay. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Maybe not ever. The silence in my apartment felt strange. It was too clean, too empty, too still—like the world had pressed pause and forgot to hit play again. I dropped my hospital bag near the couch and stood there for a second, staring into nothing. The walls were quiet, but my chest was loud—pounding with everything I didn’t want to feel. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed the first bottle of water I saw. I took a sip, then another, until the coolness stung down my throat. My reflection on the microwave caught my eye—swollen eyes, pale skin, and cracked lips. I looked like someone else. Someone broken. When I got upstairs, the scent of lavender hit me. The candle on my nightstand had long burned out, but the

MACEY I spent the entire day lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer to everything. My phone kept lighting up on the coffee table...texts, notifications, missed calls—but I didn’t have it in me to reach for it. Not today. My chest still felt heavy, like someone had tied a rock to my ribs and dared me to breathe through it. I’d been playing the same scene in my head all morning, the moment I told Damien it was over. The way his eyes had gone blank, like someone had pulled the light right out of him. I hated that look. I hated that I caused it. But I hated even more how much I still wanted to call him. I turned on my side, pulling the throw blanket tighter around me. The apartment felt too quiet. Even the sound of the ticking clock seemed louder than usual. I wondered if he’d gone home. If he’d slept. If he’d thought about me the way I was thinking about him. God, I hated this—loving someone who felt so close yet so far away. My doorbell rang once. The