(Author’s POV)
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Maxwell lay slumped on the hospital bed with the dim light casting shadows over his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and the sharp scent of the alcohol still filled his hospital room.
The monitor beeped steadily in the background, but he barely noticed it as the only thing in his mind was the thought of his ex-wife, Layla by his side caressing his hair. The alcohol was playing tricks in his mind where he had recalled those beautiful memories of the good times he once had with Layla.
Standing at the door was Layla, her face was a mixture of concern while guarding her heart from him. “Max, are you awake?”
Hearing her sweet voice, he blinked his eye opened and smiled, “Layla..” he slurred, a lopsided smile creeping onto his lips as his eyes met hers, “Sweethear
