Selena’s POV
You must think of me as the bad guy, don't you?
A thin dry smil,e settled on my face while i watched Ethan's breath rise and fall on the hospital bed. His body, for the first time today, wasn't moving. My fingers clicked as I stared at the reflection of the moonlight on his body. How did we even end up here?
I sniffed and tried leaning back on the hospital's chair but a light creaking sound from behind forced me to jump on my feet almost immediately. My face scrunched up in disgust. How could a hospital's VIP ward be so tacky and unkempt?
I glanced at the beeping machine he was connected to, and for a split second, my chest rose with the overwhelming urge to pull the plug and just end his life right here.
But of course, that would be a death sentence.
He had the lib
