Chapter 137

Kiara's POV

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the nurses wheel Eric's stretcher down the sterile hallways of the hospital. His face was swollen, blood dried on his skin, and for a moment, I forgot everything, the anger, the heartbreak, and the betrayal. 

All I could see was the man I had once loved, broken and helpless. Despite all that had passed between us, a part of me couldn't help but feel worried.

I followed them silently, each step weighed down by the uncertainty of what I was doing. I had moved on. Wilson was in my life now, steady and kind. But Eric… despite everything, he was still connected to me in ways I couldn’t shake.

The ICU doors swung open, and I watched as they settled Eric into a bed, the machines around him beeping steadily. My pulse quickened as the doctor, a tall man with graying hair, approached me. His expression was grim but professional like he had seen this before.

“Are you family?” he asked, gla