All Chapters of Loving You Is My Greatest Mistake : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

  Lily's POV I counted the days on my fingers for the tenth time that morning and it still did not make sense. One hundred and eighty days. That was how long Mommy would be gone in Switzerland. Miss Johnson at school said six months equals half a year and half a year was longer than summer vacation and Christmas break combined. That was forever in kid time. "Lily, come help me pack Mommy's suitcase," Aunt Eleanor called from upstairs. I climbed the stairs slowly because my legs felt heavy. Like they knew Mommy was leaving even if my brain was still trying to pretend it was not real. Mommy's bedroom had clothes everywhere. Sweaters and pants and shirts spread across the bed like a colorful puzzle with missing pieces. "We need to pack warm things," Aunt Eleanor explained. "Switzerland is cold right now. And comfortable clothes for the medical facility. Nothing too fancy."

  Israelite's POV The Swiss research facility looked more like a luxury hotel than a medical center and that should have been comforting but it made my stomach twist instead. Glass and steel architecture. Mountain views. Pristine white corridors that smelled like antiseptic and expensive coffee. Places this beautiful should not house people fighting for their lives. "Mr. Israelite, Ms. Maxwell, welcome." Dr. Schneider approached with a warm smile and confident handshake.   "We have been expecting you. Amelia, your treatment plan is ready to begin immediately. We reviewed all your medical records and consulted with Dr. Patel extensively. You are in excellent hands." Amelia clutched Mr. Snuggles to her chest like a lifeline. She had not let go of that worn teddy bear since Lily handed it to her at the airport. Her face was pale. Exhausted from thirteen hours

  Israelite's POV Amelia's words hit me like physical blows and I felt something crack inside my chest that I did not know could break. I am not ready for this. For anything. I am sorry. Each word was gentle but they destroyed me anyway because rejection wrapped in kindness still hurt like hell. "You do not have to say anything," I managed. Kept my voice steady even though everything inside me was screaming. "I should not have told you now. Terrible timing. Just forget I said it." "Israelite," Amelia started. "No, really," I interrupted. Stood up because staying felt impossible.  "You are dealing with experimental treatment and missing your daughter and fighting for your life. The last thing you need is me dumping my feelings on you like some romantic complication. I am sorry. That was selfish and thoughtless and completely unfair to you."&n

 Amelia's POV I hung up with Maxwell and stared at my phone like it held answers I desperately needed. My heart raced in ways that had nothing to do with illness and everything to do with the confusion spreading through my chest like wildfire. He missed me. Not as his wife but as his friend. The distinction should have brought relief but instead it left me more tangled than before. "Everything alright?" Israelite appeared in the doorway holding tea. Always tea. Always thoughtful. Always there when I needed him without asking for anything in return except my survival. "Fine," I lied. Took the cup because my hands needed something to hold. "Maxwell just updated me about Lily's day. She is doing well." Israelite sat in the chair across from my bed. The same chair he occupied for weeks now. Close enough to help but far enough to maintain the careful distance we established after his confessi

 Dr. Patel's POV I stared at the data on my screen for the third time that morning because the results seemed too good to be true. In twenty years of genetic medicine, I had never seen a patient respond this dramatically to experimental treatment. Amelia's case defied every statistical model and probability chart we used to predict outcomes. Her latest scans sat open across three monitors. Kidney function improved by forty-seven percent. Liver enzymes normalized. Heart tissue showed regeneration we typically only saw in much younger patients.  The genetic mutation that should have killed her within months was stabilizing. Not disappearing completely but becoming manageable. Dormant. "This is remarkable," I said to Dr. Schneider during our video conference. "Three months ago I gave her maybe six months. Now I am looking at years. Possibly decades." "The Swiss pro