All Chapters of Entangled with my sister's ex: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emma's POVThe dull hum of hospital equipment filled the room, a constant reminder of my current reality. The memories of the forest with the Moon Goddess lingered at the edges of my consciousness, blending with the sterile surroundings of the hospital room. I felt raw and exposed as if my very soul had been laid bare.The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Grace standing there, a look of concern etched on her face. She stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her."Emma," she whispered, her eyes scanning my face as if trying to gauge my mental state."Grace," I replied, unable to keep the relief from my voice. Her presence was a balm to my frayed nerves.She took a seat beside my bed, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. "How are you feeling?"I hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the whirlwind inside me. "I've been better," I said finally, my voice betraying my exhaustion.Grace nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I'm not surprised, given everything that

**Nicholas’s POV**The atmosphere inside Emma's apartment felt dense, like the first breath of air after emerging from deep water. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat in sync with the growing tension between us. This was the moment I had dreaded yet anticipated for so long.I couldn't utter the real reason I was here. "Emma," I began, my voice breaking, "I... I just wanted to see how you were doing. You've been through so much."She blinked, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "I'm doing okay, considering.”She stood there looking confused, and I knew I needed to steer this conversation before my resolve faltered. "I don't expect you back at work for a little while," I said, trying to sound as professional as possible, "but I hope once you are feeling better, you'll return."Emma nodded, her usual resolve flickering back into place. "Of course, Nicholas. I'll be back."There was so much more I wanted to say—needed to say—but the thought of Lena, unfaithful Lena

Emma's POVIf someone found me out here, they would ask questions I couldn't answer right now. My footfalls were almost silent as I made my way through the underbrush, my breath visible in the early morning chill. Wrapping my arms tighter around me as I scanned my surroundings for any signs of life. The pre-dawn sky began to shift from inky black to a soft gradient of blue and orange. Relief washed over me as I finally saw the outline of my apartment building in the distance. The pace of my steps quickened, fueled by the need for the sanctuary of four familiar walls.As I approached the front door, my heart sank when I saw Grace standing there, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently. She had been waiting for me. Her expression morphed from worry to relief to irritation in a matter of seconds.“What are you doing here, Grace?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even though I felt far from it.She gave me a strange look, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I wanted to check up on you b

**Nicholas's POV**The silence in the room was suffocating, even more so than usual. Knowing that Emma was going to see Dr. Carter drove me insane. Aaron Carter was everything I wasn’t—confident, mobile, and a goddamn player who had his eyes on Emma. I wanted Emma for myself, but every time I worked up the nerve to confess my feelings, something inevitably disrupted my plans, or I simply became too nervous and backed out.Before my accident, I wouldn’t have thought twice about declaring my feelings. I used to be decisive and bold, the kind of man who got what he wanted. But now? Now, I felt like a shadow of my former self, trapped in a body that no longer responded the way it should. Today was going to be different, though. Today, I would find the courage to tell Emma how I felt, come hell or high water.I spent the entire day trying to work up the courage. I rehearsed what I'd say and how I’d say it. But the thoughts of my broken body and my shattered confidence kept pushing the word

**Nicholas’s POV**"What have I done?" I whispered to myself, my voice hollow. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.The shaking of my hands disrupted the stillness of the room, forcing me into action. I needed to fix this and explain it, but my mind was a chaotic mess, and I was unable to formulate a coherent plan. I reached for my phone, trembling fingers barely able to unlock it. I dialled Emma’s number without thinking, but it went straight to voicemail."Emma, it's Nicholas. Please, I... I need to talk to you. Call me back. Please," I stuttered through the voicemail, feeling more desperate with each passing second. I hung up, letting out a scream of frustration as I hurled my phone across the room. It hit the wall, the screen shattering into jagged lines, mirroring how I felt inside.My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—sorrow, guilt, fear. I could feel Emma's pain as if it were my own, the bond forged by the bite overwhelming me with her every heartbeat. I knew