Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 22

After a full day of flying, all I wanted was a decent night's sleep at the hotel. But after being kept up all night by Selena, I fell asleep instantly once she drifted off, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, I woke up as soon as sunlight hit my face-my body never failed me. Selena was still asleep, but beside her sat Zion, gently holding her hand and wiping it, like a caring parent watching over a child.

Noticing I was awake, Zion pointed to a plastic bag on the bedside table, silently signaling that breakfast was there. I didn't decline; after an entire day without eating, my stomach was empty.

Once I finished eating, Zion stood up, looking at me with an expression of calm resolve. "I've already submitted a request for extended leave on your behalf to your company. Your boss approved it.

"Hudson, stay here and help Selena through her treatment."

It was only then that I learned Selena had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and her suicide attempt had come after nearly two weeks of symptoms. Seeing my skepticism, Zion handed me a thick medical file from the bedside table. It documented every detail of Selena's diagnosis, episodes, and treatments.

a credit card from his pocket and handed it to me. "This is Selena's card. There are 800,000 dollars. Consider it a

worth your while. I didn't change the password; you should know what

and besides, it was Selena's card. The whole thing felt distasteful, and I looked down on Zion's approach, especially knowing he

to the divorce in the first place? If I'd known, maybe Selena wouldn't have " I didn't even finish my sentence before Zion cut

"I thought I could help her get better

for her." He was practically

I wasn't

it up. To

agreeing to this," I said firmly. "I've already filed for divorce, and we don't have any