HER REVENGE
His head tilted against the window, eyes closing briefly.
“Fine,” he muttered. “But after this, I won’t talk about Alina with you again. Not her name, not her past, not her smile. You’ve wrung that woman through enough hell without dragging me into it.”
His words hit me sharper than I expected, but I refused to let them settle. I kept my gaze locked on the road, knuckles bone-white around the steering wheel.
“Which hospital?” I pressed, every nerve in me stretched tight.
George’s jaw flexed. “St. Jude. They rushed her there after the accident.”
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