Kamille's POV
As I walked back into the hospital room, memories of the past flooded my mind, each one more bittersweet than the last. I couldn't help but think back to the early days of the Reid Children Foundation, when Zeke and I had just started the organization together.
I remembered the excitement and anticipation we had felt as we worked tirelessly to gather the first set of drugs and supplies for the foundation's inauguration. Despite my confusion over why the foundation had been started after our marriage, I had obediently followed Zeke's lead.
But even as we worked side by side, there had always been a distance between us, a coldness in Zeke's demeanor that I couldn't quite understand. Our arranged marriage had never been based on love, and the rumors that had circulated about
