All Chapters of Loving You Is My Greatest Mistake : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Maxwell's POVI stood outside the Swiss clinic with my heart hammering against my ribs and wondered if flying halfway across the world on impulse was the most selfish thing I had ever done. Amelia's voice on the phone last night haunted me. The raw grief. The breaking. The way she sobbed about lost futures and stolen possibilities. I booked a flight before thinking it through.The receptionist directed me to the gardens. I found Amelia on a bench surrounded by late autumn flowers that somehow still bloomed despite the cold. She looked thinner than I remembered but stronger too. Like illness had stripped away everything unnecessary and left only essential parts. Her hair caught the morning light. She did not see me approaching."Amelia," I said softly.She jumped. Turned. Her eyes went wide. "Maxwell? What are you doing here?""I wanted to make sure you were okay," I replied. Suddenly felt foolish. "After last night. You sounded so broken. I could not just sit in New York pretending

  Israelite's POV I watched Maxwell leave the clinic the next morning and felt something inside me crack quietly like ice breaking under weight. He hugged Amelia goodbye at the entrance. Nothing inappropriate. Just a brief embrace between two people who shared history and a daughter and complicated feelings neither could fully name. But the way Amelia's shoulders relaxed into that hug told me everything I needed to know. She still loved him. Maybe not completely. Maybe not without reservations. But the foundation was there and I was building on sand. I turned away from the window before they noticed me watching. Poured myself coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. Drank it anyway because the bitterness matched my mood. Dr. Schneider found me in the staff lounge staring at patient files without actually reading them. "You are brooding," she observed. Sat across from me withou

  Amelia's POV Six months felt like six years and six minutes simultaneously. I stood in Dr. Schneider's office staring at scan results that looked like someone else's medical file. Normal kidney function. Stable liver enzymes. Heart tissue regeneration beyond projected models. Genetic markers dormant. The numbers painted a picture of health I had stopped believing was possible. "This is remarkable," Dr. Schneider said for the third time. She pulled up comparison scans from my arrival. The difference was startling. "Six months ago you were dying, Amelia. Today you have a normal life expectancy with proper management. Decades, not years. We are talking about you potentially living into your eighties or nineties." "I cannot believe it," I whispered. Touched the screen like physical contact would make the results more real. "How is this possible?" "Combination of factors," Dr.

  Amelia's POV My daughter's question hung in the air between us and I felt my heart squeeze painfully in my chest. The movie continued playing but the sound faded to background noise. Lily's face was so earnest and open and trusting. She believed prayer worked. She believed God listened to little girls who asked for impossible things. "Of course you can tell me," I said softly. Paused the movie and turned to face her fully.  "I want to hear everything you prayed for, baby." Lily took a deep breath like she was preparing for something important. Her small hands twisted the edge of the blanket. "I prayed you would get better and come home. Every single night before bed. Sometimes during the day too when I got really scared. I prayed so hard, Mommy. Like harder than I ever prayed for anything." "Oh, sweetheart," I whispered. Pulled her closer.

  Israelite's POV I stood frozen on the sidewalk staring at Amelia like she was an apparition my exhausted mind conjured from guilt and longing. But she was real. Solid. Furious. Her eyes blazed with an anger I had never seen directed at me before and somehow that made her even more beautiful which was completely the wrong thing to notice in this moment. "Amelia," I managed. "What are you doing here?" "What am I doing here?" she repeated.  Her voice rose sharply. "I have been calling you for three weeks, Israelite. Three weeks of messages and voicemails and texts that you ignored completely. I showed up at your office twice and you hid from me like a coward. So yes, I tracked down your home address and came here because apparently ambushing you is the only way to get you to acknowledge my existence." "I was not hiding," I said weakly. Knew immediate