Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 17

Selena lay in the hospital bed, dressed in a blue and white patient's gown with an IV in her hand, while her wrists were wrapped in thick bandages.

Her unadorned face looked quiet and almost serene, though her lips were pale, and she was thinner than ever. Her once-delicate collarbones now stood out

starkly.

Looking at her now, I couldn't help but wonder if she had been taking care of herself at all since I had left.

Zion came in, glanced at me, walked over to her, and gently tapped her shoulder. "Selena, wake up. Look who I brought."

Slowly, she opened her eyes, still half-dazed. "Hud, you're finally back. I missed you so much," she said, stretching her arms out, wanting a hug.

look so fragile, I, feeling a surge of guilt, leaned in and embraced her gently. Zion, watching us, looked visibly uncomfortable

her heart, talking about how much she missed me. It stirred something in me, but my mind kept drifting back to Sylvia and the guilt I felt

trying to calm her down. Then, all of a sudden, she began to cry again, beating her fists weakly against

push me away but failed. Hence, she stayed in my embrace and cried as she spoke, "Hudson, how can you be so cruel? I've been lying here all this time, but you didn't come once. We're still married, yet you're so indifferent. If I had really died, would

me with a painful regret.

into my arms. Not long after, exhausted from

up her blanket, and quietly

waiting in the hallway, smoking with a distant look on his face. When he noticed me,

come all this way