Chapter 25
As Felicia’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the first thing she noticed was the sea of anxious faces surrounding her. Each one bore a look of deep concern, their expressions etched with worry.
“Felicia, are you okay? Are you in any pain? Would you like some water?” one voice asked gently.
Another chimed in, “Felicia, do you remember anything? Is your head hurting? Would a massage help?”
“We’re right here with you, Felicia,” a third voice reassured her softly. “We love you so much. You can lean on us. We’ll be happy together, I promise.”
“Felicia…” someone whispered, their voice trembling with emotion.
Despite the warmth radiating from their care, Felicia felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. The kindness around her was undeniable, yet the shadows of her past life—its pain and despair—clung stubbornly, refusing to dissolve. Accepting their love felt impossible when the memories of suffering still haunted her.
She exhaled a long, weary sigh and pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to ease the storm inside her mind.
“Guys… c-can you give me some time? I just need a little space alone,” she murmured, her voice fragile.
The room fell silent. Eyes exchanged unspoken understanding before everyone nodded in quiet agreement. Their gazes lingered on her with a tenderness that made her feel like a delicate, priceless antique—something to be handled with utmost care.
Unease gnawed at her as recollections from her former life blurred with the present. For a fleeting moment, she wished it had all been just a nightmare, but the vivid ache of late-stage cancer and the bitter sting of Sebastian’s betrayal were painfully real.

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