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.

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

didn't change the password; you should know what it is

didn't need the money; and besides, it was Selena's card. The whole thing felt distasteful, and I looked down on Zion's approach,

this, why did you agree to the divorce in the first place? If I'd known, maybe

was too arrogant," he said. "I thought I could help her get better on my own. But her treatment failed because

your fault. You're responsible for her." He was practically seething, looking as though he could strangle

wasn't easily intimidated. And honestly,

for years, and she never once brought it up. To say this was all

don't have any kids, so legally speaking, Selena and I have no