Clara’s POV
The hospital air felt as cold and sterile as my mood. I stormed out of the waiting room, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floors. Jack’s voice, soft with concern for Samantha, echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I could still see Samantha’s trembling resolve as she prepared for the transfusion. Always so determined to play the hero. Always at the center of everything, as though the world revolved around her.
But it wasn’t just about her playing hero or stealing Jack’s devotion. No, this ran deeper. This was about Louis.
I pressed the elevator button harder than necessary, my knuckles whitening as the memories came flooding back. My wedding day—what should have been the happiest day of my life—shattered in an instant. Louis, my Louis, was rip
