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| wrap my arms around myself, trying to take a proper breath and decide what
comes next. Isabelle cto check on me, and | was about to rush out when she
relievedwith an update.
Sloane is stable now.
Still unconscious, but stable.
And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she walks again, even if | have to give her my own damn legs.
The door creaks open.
| glance up.
Alex steps in and pauses mid-step when he seesawake. | guess he wasn't expecting that.
"Why do you look shocked? Where were you hoping I'd die?" | mock, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're awake?" he says softly, ignoring the insult | just hit him with.
Alexander King? Having a soft voice?
It's strange. All my life, Alex's voice has been clipped and cold.
Not this.
I nod once, my throat dry, feeling like I've swallowed sandpaper.
He walks toward the side of the bed, carefully lowering himself into the chair like he's afraid he'll breakjust
by existing.
In his hands is a paper bag and a takeout cup.
"I brought you stea," he says, lifting it slightly. "Lemon and ginger. Just how you like it."
Just how | like it?
When did Alex ever notice something like that?
I don't reach for it. | don't move. I'd rather eat dirt than take anything from him, much less food..
"Athena, | know you hate me," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "but you need to eat something."
Hate?
Hate?
Oh what | feel for him goes beyond hate, | fucking despise him.
| snap.
The rage, the grief, the exhaustion, it all boils over.
"What the fuck are you doing, Alex?" My voice cuts through the room like a blade. "What is this? We work
together to punish your little bitch of an ex, and now we're what? Besties?"
"Athena-"
"NO!" | shout. "I hate you! | hate everything you represent!"
He flinches like | slapped him.
| lean forward, my voice shaking but clear. "I'll tolerate you for one reason only, my son. The sson you
accusedof killing, in front of your entire family, like | was smonster!"
Tears blur my vision, but | won't let them fall. | won't break in front of him.
He will never seecry again.
Not in this life.
"Now get the fuck out."
He doesn't move at first. His eyes stay on me, full of something I can't read, remorse, maybe. Regret. But this is
Alex we're talking about. He doesn't feel
remorse.
"I said get the fuck out, Alex," | snarl, my voice cracking like glass.
"Athena, I-"
"I SAID GET OUT!" | yell, my breath laboured, and my chest heaving.
After all he has done, he thinks walking in here with a stupid cup of lemon tea will wipe it away?
Three nurses rush in and assess the situation.
"Mr. King, | think it's best you leave. You're going to stress the patient even more."
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