Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Sienna's POV

“He didn’t deserve to die like that, not so easily,” I muttered under my breath, my mind replaying the scene of Lucas lying on the floor, blood soaking through his shirt.

I could still hear Daphne’s cries, the terror in her small voice as she clung to me. It had all happened so fast, too fast. One moment we were arguing, and the next… chaos.

I remembered every second of that night. The image of Lucas crumpled on the floor, his face pale, barely breathing, was seared into my mind.

I’d watched the blood pool around him, thick and dark, a grim reminder of how close he was to death.

For a moment, I’d felt a pang of something, a faint, fleeting sense of guilt, maybe. But I pushed it away.

I’d called the ambulance, my hands shaking as I held the phone to my ear. I couldn’t let him die.

Lucas wasn’t mine to lose, not like that. If anyone was going to end him, it would be me, and only when he had truly felt the full weight of everything he’d taken from me.

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