Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 84

The cops finally escorted Chole out of the room, still screaming.

Then, me and Alexander were brought into the hospital.

Alexander was wheeled into a separate ward while in my ward, Ethan stayed with me, and Ava slept outside the room on a

bench.

I was left with Ethan, seated on the edge of my hospital bed, too

close for comfort, too far for forgiveness.

The room settled into silence.

I shifted slightly on the bed, feeling the IV tug at my arm. “You

don’t have to stay,” I said quietly. It was the first thing I’d said to

him all night. My tone was flat. Dry. Like the words belonged to

someone else.

Ethan didn’t flinch. His voice was rough from disuse. “I want to.

I mean there’s no one at home. And Ava’s sleeping.” He

shrugged, forcing a weak smile. “You need someone to look

after the small things.”

I turned my face toward him, studying his features. There was

no smugness, no pleading, no anger. Just fatigue. And maybe

regret as well.

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But I didn’t trust regret anymore.

stared at him for a few quiet seconds, searching

name–and

closed my

And said nothing else.

Author’s POV

sat by Olivia’s hospital bed, unmoving. His head rested lightly beside her arm, close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of her

sleep,

on his cheeks

new ones, warmer, heavier. His forehead

arm as if by staying close, he could

if the passing hours wouldn’t steal this

from him too.

wasn’t the Ethan the world knew. Not

the Hawthrone family. Tonight,

man who had failed. A man

to be the very reason

and nearly

word all night. There was

patch the wreckage between them.

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could erase the years of betrayal, of pain he’d

life. And Olivia… Olivia had

him flatly that he could leave,

didn’t cry. She didn’t even look

hurt more than all her

accusations combined.

watched her sleep, jaw clenched to

time he blinked, a memory surfaced. Her laughing in the rain, her brushing flour from her cheek while baking, her tugging

kiss him goodbye before

expressions over the years,

couldn’t read

gaze to her hand, resting lightly atop the

faint red marks

Chole had used. Rage welled up again, but there

at now. Chole was in custody,

had already paid too