CHAPTER 277

ARIA’S POV

We follow the ambulance to the hospital, the ride a blur of flashing lights and wailing sirens. My mind is a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion, every bump in the road jarring my already frayed nerves. When we arrive, the paramedics transfer Adam to the ICU with practiced urgency.

He remains unconscious, his face pale against the stark white of the hospital sheets. My heart races, my breath shallow and rapid. Tears blur my vision, and I can hardly believe it—I’m crying. Crying for my ex-husband.

Why am I crying for Adam? The question gnaws at me, an unrelenting ache. Is it because he saved my life? Or because I would be the one lying there, broken and bleeding, if not for his selfless act? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each one more turbulent than the last. My brothers have always said that calamity follows me whenever Adam is present, but this time, they wouldn't be able to make light of the situation. This calamity is the work of an enemy—a dangerous,