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“I may never use this hand properly again. Do you know what that means?”
Her gaze snapped to me.
“I don’t care.”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Firm, desperate, raw.
I turned my head, meeting her eyes sharply. She looked as if she had just bared her soul, cheeks flushed, lips pressed tight as if she regretted the outburst but wouldn’t take it back.
My chest tightened. For a heartbeat, I wanted to believe her, wanted to let the warmth of those words sink into me and banish the doubt clawing at my ribs. But then the thought crept in, insidious and cold.
She was here because she felt guilty. Because she thought she owed me. Because she didn’t know any better than to throw herself into a cage and call it love.
I couldn’t let her chain herself to me out of pity.
So I closed my mouth, retreating into silence.
She searched my face, waiting. When I didn’t speak, her shoulders sagged slightly. She smoothed the blanket over me, her touch lingering at my arm.
The door opened and doctors came in, checking charts, murmuring instructions, pressing stethoscopes to my chest. They nodded to each other, spoke to Elean more than to me, then left just as briskly as they had come.
The room was quiet again. Elean hovered, eyes filled with questions I wasn’t ready to answer.
“I need rest,” I said, keeping my tone even, polite, the words carefully chosen.
Her lips parted, the faintest flicker of hurt crossing her face. She nodded slowly.
“Of course.”
She stood, smoothing her skirt, gathering her bag. She gave me one last look, as though hoping I’d change my mind, call her back, say something to stop her.
I didn’t.
When the door shut behind her, the silence was deafening.
The room was too quiet without her.
I had asked Elean to leave, told her I needed rest. The words came out clipped, controlled, the way I always tried to sound when everything inside me was anything but steady.
She hesitated, then left, and the soft click of the door behind her was sharper than any blade.
I told myself this was for the best. She deserved a life unshackled by someone half-broken, someone who might never hold her the way she deserved again. Better to push her away now than let her waste years watching me struggle.
And yet, as I lay there staring at the empty chair, the weight in my chest grew heavier with each breath.
The minutes dragged. My hand throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of what I might have lost.
My heart ached worse.
I tried closing my eyes, tried drifting back into the fever fog, but sleep wouldn’t come. All I could think of was her face when I had turned her away. The hurt she tried to hide, the way her eyes lingered on me as though she wanted to fight my words but forced herself not to.
When the door opened again, I thought I was imagining it.
But there she was. Elean.
She stepped inside, the faintest smile on her lips, as if she knew she was catching me in the middle of a sulk I hadn’t admitted to myself.
“You didn’t think I’d really leave, did you?” she said softly.
I blinked at her.
“You did leave.”
She lifted a small box in her hand.
“Only to get this.”
I pushed myself up against the pillows, my pulse picking up.
“What’s that?”
She walked closer, her heels clicking quietly on the hospital floor, until she was right beside me. Then, to my complete shock, she sank down on one knee.
“Elean-what are you-“
She opened the box. Inside were two rings, simple yet striking, every line of them touched by her craft.
My chest tightened painfully.
“Last time, you proposed to me,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Now it’s my turn.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Of all the things I had imagined in the silence of this room, this was not one of them.
“You can’t be serious,” I managed.
“Deadly serious.” Her voice was steady, her hands firm as she held the box up to me.
I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to reach out, to pull her up, to say yes without hesitation. But the fear was still there, unrelenting.
“Elean,” I said quietly, “don’t do this out of pity.”
Her brows pulled together.
“Pity?”
“You heard the doctors. There’s a chance my hand won’t recover. I might not be the man you thought I was. If this is your way of… of softening the blow-“
She cut me off, her voice fierce.
“Stop. This isn’t pity. It’s love.”
I froze. She had never said it like that before. Not once.
She leaned closer, her eyes burning into mine.
“Do you know why I fought so hard these past weeks? Why I went up against Lea, why I called in favors I didn’t even know I had, why I pushed myself into circles I swore I’d never step into? Because I realized something. I don’t care about jewelry, or Paris, or Elean Joie- not compared to you. You are what matters. Protecting LGH wasn’t about the company, it was about protecting what you love. Because when you love someone, you protect the things they love too.”
My throat went dry.
She went on, her voice softening.
“You bought Nyx Collective for me when I didn’t even ask. You stood up for me at the Aureate Awards when the whole world thought I’d fall on my face. You let me go to Paris even though you hated it, because you knew I needed it. All this time, Sebastian, I thought jewelry was my greatest passion. But it isn’t. Not anymore. You are. You’re my number one.”
The words hit me with a force I wasn’t ready for. For so long, I had been bracing myself for her to walk away, to realize I wasn’t worth the trouble. And now here she was, kneeling with the rings she had designed with her own hands, telling me I was her priority.
I couldn’t hold the walls up any longer. They cracked, then crumbled completely.
“Elean,” I said hoarsely.
She lifted the ring from the box, her hand trembling only slightly.
“Say yes.”
For once in my life, I didn’t overthink. I let myself feel.
I held out my left hand. She slipped the ring onto my finger, her smile trembling with tears she didn’t bother to hide.
I pulled her up, ignoring the protest of my weak arm, and kissed her-long, deep, with everything I’d been holding back for months.
When I finally broke away, I rested my forehead against hers.
“I’ve been waiting for you to choose. And now I have my answer. I’m never letting you go again.”
She laughed through her tears, brushing her thumb along my cheek.
“Good. Because you don’t get a say anymore. You’re stuck with me.”
The weight lifted. The fear did was enough. vanish completely, but it no longer ruled me. She had chosen, and that We stayed like that, tangled together in the stillness of the hospital room, and for once, I didn’t think about the company or the future or the hand that might never heal. I thought only of her, the woman who had turned my world upside down and then put it back together in ways I never expected.
The woman who was mine.
Five weeks later “Come to a party with me,” Sebastian said.
I rolled over in bed, still half-asleep.
“Nope.”I’d neglected Elean Joie long enough, and ever since he was discharged from the hospital, Sebastian hadn’t left my side.
When I woke up, he was there.
When I went to bed, he was there.
When I went to the bathroom, he was there.
Yes, the sex was great and I enjoyed it very much, but I wasn’t a machine. I needed rest.
Sebastian prodded me again.
“You go.” I rolled to the other side. I’d never liked those parties anyway, the ones filled with champagne, shallow small talk, and nothing meaningful.
“You’re my wife now. If you don’t come with me, should I find another woman to go with? It’s an important party tonight, and a date is compulsory. Do you want me to be the only one there alone, the one everyone laughs at?”I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see it. Who would dare laugh at Mr Sebastian Laurent?
Still, he had a point. I was his wife now, and the title came with certain duties.
Reluctantly, I rolled back to face him.
“Fine. But no sex tonight.”He hesitated.
In the end, he nodded, though his face made it clear he thought it was a monumental sacrifice.
I was dragged downstairs, fed, then carted off to a place where a team of stylists attacked my face and hair, spraying me with all sorts of things until I was half-asleep again. After that, I was shoved into another dressing room and asked to try on a parade of dresses, all of which looked equally elegant and equally expensive to me.
By the time I was finished, it was past five.