Sovia’s POV
Didn't he hate me? He should.
Anyone would.
Yet, he was the one who carried me in his arms, like I weighed nothing. Even though I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, there was no way that I didn't feel his warmth. Maybe his pain even though he tried to hide it.
I opened my eyes. The light caught my gaze first. Inside my body didn't feel that chill inside my bones. The unfamiliar room greeted me first.
Then I sat upright. Ache bloomed at the back of me.
When I heard the sound from the other side of the room, I turned to see Vanessa walking inside.
“Vanessa.” I breathed, one hand over my chest. Vanessa. The relief shook me even more.
I didn’t see her after the wedding and… well all of that.
My arms lifted eagerly, ready to receive her as she quickened her
