When Victor’s father finally drifted back to sleep, Elara’s restraint shattered.
“I need to talk to you. Now.
”
Her voice was low but sharp enough to cut through the quiet of the hospital. Without waiting for
a response, she turned and walked out. Victor followed.
They sat just outside the ward, the distant hum of machines and muffled voices filling the silence
between them.
Elara turned to him, her eyes blazing.
“How dare you?” she snapped.
“How dare you lie to Father tell him we’re still together? I know
he’s sick, but you… you must have planted that idea in his head. It’s you. It has to be you.
”
Victor said nothing.
“But listen carefully,
” she continued, her voice dropping into something colder, more final.
“We
are never getting back together. I will never forgive you,
