Lisa’s POV
The elevator doors opened softly in front of me and somehow… I was still angry. No, angry doesn’t cut it. I was furious, the kind that sat beneath your skin quietly and burned from the inside out. I walked out of the elevator without slowing down, heels striking sharply against the polished hospital floor while every thought in my head tangled into another.
Fiancée? The word echoed again, my fiancée. I laughed because what kind of insane statement was that? I gripped my phone tighter unconsciously, the audacity. The absolute audacity of that woman to walk into the hospital looking for Ethan like she belonged there, like she still had some claim over him. And you know the worst thing… the way she said it, confidently… certainly, like it was fact. Like she believed it, my jaw ti
