The parking lot was nearly empty when Elena left Liam standing outside. A cool breeze stirred, rustling the small trees by the walkway. Liam didn’t move. His hands stayed buried in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the hospital doors as though staring hard enough would bring her back out.
His jaw ticked. His lips pressed together.
“She’ll regret this,” he muttered under his breath, voice sharp. “She thinks she can walk away from me? From everything I gave her?”
He turned toward his car, his polished shoes clicking against the pavement. His driver opened the door, but Liam paused, staring off into the distance. For years, he had controlled every part of Elena’s life. And now she was slipping away, right before his eyes.
Worse, she wasn’t just slipping away. She was running running into the
