The only ones who remained were the doctors, stitching up my broken body.
As soon as the wound was sutured, I forced myself out of bed, biting back the pain that burned through me. With trembling hands, I left the divorce papers on the table—cold, final, and utterly irreversible. Then, cradling my lifeless child in my arms, I walked away without looking back.
At the airport, I erased every trace of the Sinclair Family from my life. One by one, I deleted and blocked their contact information. Then, in one swift motion, I yanked out my phone card and tossed it into the trash, severing the last thread that tied me to them.
Tristan, in this lifetime, you will never find me again.
Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Tristan was still by Faye’s side, fussing over her every need. Yet, a sudden, sharp ache clenched his heart. A strange emptiness settled deep within him, a gnawing void that left him restless.
For a fleeting moment, Eliza’s face flashed in his mind. He couldn’t understand why, but an unbearable sense of loss crept over him. And for the first time, he felt as though something—someone—had slipped away forever.