Then, the third video started playing in that silent hospital room.
It was old footage, buried memory. And it came rushing back at Zayne like a flood.
Years ago, he'd been in a brutal car crash, almost dead.
The screen showed a slim figure dragging him out of the crushed driver's seat—risking everything.
Seconds after she pulled him clear, the car exploded.
Flames shot into the sky; nothing was left but ashes.
If that woman hadn't saved him, Zayne would have burned with it.
Then the footage sharpened, and he finally saw her face clearly.
His eyes went wide. His breath just stopped.
He'd never doubted it, not once.
All these years, he'd believed it was the sweet, fragile Anya who'd pulled him from that wreck.
He'd given her everything because of it—his trust, his devotion.
But t
