Chapter hundred thirty-one

Ethan’s POV

I was relieved that I had Ariah back, but the first two days were miserable for me.

Watching her every night after the doctor left with unconvincing news was the worst moment of my life. There was no way I could forgive myself if the fatal injury had cost Ariah’s life. When the doctor said she was getting better and she would be fine, a huge burden was lifted off my heart. I still stayed the night with her, most times dozing off with her hand in mine, I knew a lot of people that habit didn’t sit well with. The most obvious being Layla.

“What are you doing, Ethan?” She cornered me outside my bedroom on a hot morning, I was in no mood to speak to her.

I sighed and shut my eyes for a while, then looked at her with tired eyes, “What do you want, Layla?” I asked.

She scoffed, “What do I want? I’m sitting here while I know we have a fucking ticking time bomb laying in your bedroom and you expect me to be okay with that? You’ve neglected me for days and you feel I will