Chapter 39

Damon's POV

Six months had passed since the accident, leaving a trail of shattered dreams and lingering despair. Ian had recovered, but Elysia remained trapped in a comatose state, a constant reminder of the tangled web we had woven together.

Every day, I made my way to the hospital, not out of love or concern, but driven by an insatiable desire to retrieve what was rightfully mine. Elysia's presence meant nothing to me anymore; she was simply a means to an end.

The doctor's words fell on deaf ears as he shared his concerns about Elysia's fading chances of recovery. I felt no sympathy for her, no longing to see her awaken. I only wanted her to survive so that she could pay for the actions she had taken against me.

As I entered Elysia's hospital room, devoid of compassion or empathy, her parents stood there, their eyes filled with disbelief and pain. My harsh words hung in the air, poisoning the room with their venom. I could feel their anger and sorrow, their