Calvin’s POV
The room was too quiet.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor beside me was the only sound, reminding me that I was still here. Still breathing. Still alive.
But at what cost?
My body ached with every shallow breath I took, the weight of my injuries pressing down on me. My stomach throbbed where Sherelle’s dagger had sliced through me, the wound barely held together by careful stitches. My limbs were weak, my muscles stiff from a month of lying motionless.
And yet, none of it compared to the pain clawing at my chest as I waited for Franklin to return.
Because soon, I would be face to face with the woman I had wronged so deeply.
Lysaa.
The door creaked open, cutting through the suffocating silence like a blade.
My breath caught.
Franklin stepped inside first, his ex
