Chapter 68

Emily’s POV

Years later…

Thomas did not survive. He died upon arrival at the hospital. It took me several months to recover. I felt guilty for his death, I blamed myself for everything that happened. I didn’t want to see anyone. I remained cloistered in my room, not wanting to speak to anyone. Andrew, Elisa, Natasha, Hugo, Mark, and even grandfather came to see me every day, but I refused to talk to them. I had to accept everything that happened.

Today, I am the happiest with the four loves of my life. Andrew and our three children. The eldest is fourteen, his name is Thomas, in homage to my savior. The middle is ten years old, his name is John, in honor of my grandfather who died of a heart attack three years ago. The youngest one is five years old, her name is Ellie. She looks like me while my sons inherited everything from their father.

Elisa and Hugo got married a few months after us. They had a daughter, Marion, who is six now. As for Ely, he grew up and