Angela POV

I paced the sterile hospital corridor, my borrowed clothes hanging loosely on my frame.

The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the linoleum floor, making everything look washed out and unreal.

Sean sat on a plastic chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his wedding suit rumpled and stained with Christopher's blood.

The emergency room doors remained firmly shut. No matter how many times I approached the nurses' station, the answer was always the same: "The doctors are still working. We'll update you as soon as we can."

When David finally arrived, his face was pale with worry. His normally impeccable appearance was disheveled-tie askew, hair uncombed, as if he'd dropped everything and rushed over. His eyes widened when he saw us.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice strained.

Sean stood up, running a hand through his hair. "There was an incident at our wedding. A woman crashed the reception and attacked Angela with a knife. Christopher... he got between them."

"A woman?" David frowned. "Who?"

said, the name bitter on my tongue. The one who kidnapped

across David's face. "The woman who kidnapped you back

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ordered someone to disfigure her face in prison." I looked at David directly. "She was targeting me.

the story, David began pacing back and forth, checking his watch every few minutes, his fingers drumming anxiously against his thigh-not the controlled behavior of an employee concerned for his boss, but the raw anxiety of someone fearing

something complicated passing behind his eyes. "How could I forget her? Christopher was furious when you were kidnapped. He even paid some prison connections to teach that woman a

"So the scars

know the specifics. He just ordered

like a physical blow. I slid down the wall until was sitting on the floor, my mind racing. It all felt like some twisted script written by fate. If Christopher hadn't arranged Jennifer's punishment, would she have

whispered, my voice breaking. "If I hadn't invited him to

down beside me, his hand

exactly what he was doing when he stepped in front of that knife. He would do

with rage. He paced the corridor like a caged animal,

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"She'll spend the rest of her miserable life behind bars. I'll hire every lawyer in New York if I have

of violence seemed endless, each action triggering another, leading us to this moment-Christopher fighting for his

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