The nurse's words made Sienna understand everything clearly. Seven years from now, this would become ammunition for Vivian to use against her. Griffin had taken a serious hit to protect her, and she had walked away without looking back.
But in this life, she heard the warning in time.
The next day, Griffin walked into the ward with a cane.
His face was pale. A bandage wrapped around his forehead. His eyes were full of fear and heartache.
He sat by Sienna's bed, picked up an apple, and awkwardly peeled it with hands that had signed billion-dollar deals.
"You were terrified, weren't you?" His voice was hoarse. "The doctor said you only have a mild concussion. I feel so much better now."
"I had someone rush the wedding invitations. They're your favorite iris design."
"And for the honey
