We were inside Viel’s car, parked just outside the hospital. The engine was off, but the silence between us roared louder than any sound. I had not been allowed to let Matilda see Bea. My chest felt heavy, suffocating. I decided to leave.
But Viel followed me.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks before turning to him. My hands were trembling. “Viel… can I ask you a favor?”
The pain in his eyes almost broke me. “What favor?”
I swallowed hard. “Please… give Matilda a second chance.”
His expression darkened instantly. “What?” His voice rose, sharp and wounded. “Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
I forced myself to nod, even though my heart was cracking. “It’s what Bea wants.”
“Matilda and I are never getting back together,” he said firmly. “I cannot go back to a woman who slept w
