All Chapters of Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lilly POVI can’t tear my eyes away from Dante as he presses against Callum’s chest, his hands moving in desperate rhythm. My heart feels like it’s shattering with every second that passes. It doesn’t feel like it’s going to work—like he’ll come back. Callum’s lifeless body lies there, and all I can think about are the last words I said to him.“I wish you were dead.”“Seeing you, fucking hurts.”Those words will haunt me forever if this is how it ends.“He’s breathing,” Dante mutters, his voice sharp with urgency. Relief flickers for a fleeting moment, but it’s drowned out as he tears open Callum’s shirt. My breath catches, my stomach twisting violently when I see the stab wounds—deep, raw, and bleeding. He’s not going to make it.Panic rises in my chest like a tidal wave. I start to tremble, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Dante grabs my shoulders and shakes me roughly, snapping me out of my spiral. “Stop it!” he snaps. “Here, press down. Hard.”He takes my hands, forcing them onto

Callum’s POVI’m floating somewhere between awareness and oblivion, caught in a haze where time has no meaning. When I went to meet them, I was sure it would be the end. I expected to die. But now, all I know is pain—searing, relentless pain that claws at every part of me. Sometimes, though, it shifts. There are moments when it numbs, like the pain itself is exhausted. To start with, it was everything. It consumed me.Then, something else broke through. Warmth. Not the sterile heat of the hospital, but something softer, something human. The warmth of a hand wrapped around mine, holding on as though refusing to let me slip away. Voices follow, faint and muddled at first, but familiar. Dante’s sharp, grounding tone. And then hers—Lilly’s. Sweet and broken, like a melody caught on the wind. I hear them again and again, their words brushing against the edge of my consciousness. I try to respond, to tell them I’m here, but all that comes out are incoherent mumbles.Today feels different.T

Lilly’s POVThe past five days since Callum woke up have been nothing short of a rollercoaster—a messy, frustrating, infuriating, yet somehow heartwarming ride. Every time he tries to talk, the frustration rolls off him in waves. His speech is a struggle, slow and halting, but he’s determined. He can manage small words now, and it takes him almost a full minute to get out, “I love you.” But he’s doing it. He’s fighting, and I’m here for all of it.I haven’t left his side once, except to shower and change my clothes—a feat, considering how hard it is to peel myself away from him. I’ve been sleeping beside him when exhaustion hits, curled up in the awkward hospital bed. And yet, through it all, he still manages to look annoyed every time I try to help him.Like now, as I finish fastening his shoes. He stares at me with the same glare that screams I can do it myself, even though he absolutely cannot.“You helped me when I was hurt,” I snap, standing and crossing my arms. “I didn’t sulk.”

Callum’s POVI didn’t want to wake her. Hell, I don’t even want to admit I need help. Asking for help feels worse than falling—worse than the constant reminder that I’m not the man I used to be. I thought I’d be fine. I was slow, yes, but I managed three steps. Three goddamn steps before my legs gave out, and I hit the floor hard, my pride shattering with me.The humiliation burns hotter than the pain. Crawling to the bathroom feels like the better option, anything to avoid calling for help. I push against the cold floor, my arms trembling, my breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. My entire body protests as I force myself to sit up. Sweat trickles down my temple, and just as I’m about to try again, the door opens.Dante steps in, his sharp gaze landing on me immediately. “You good?” he asks, his tone carrying a mix of concern and exasperation.I nod, though the answer is obvious. Good? How the fuck can I be good?He lets out a long, heavy sigh, stepping closer. “Stop being a stubborn

Lilly POVI find Luna downstairs, a place I’ve grown to hate. The air feels thick with judgment, the women looking at me as if they’re waiting for me to spill my guts about everything. But I can’t. I won’t. Callum would hate it if they knew—if they whispered behind his back about how broken he is, how he can barely talk or walk. He’s already drowning in his own shame. Adding to it would be cruel.I catch Luna’s eye and wave her over. She smiles gently, wrapping me in a warm hug. “Can we go somewhere private?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. She nods without hesitation, leading me to the office.Once inside, we sit down, the heavy door closing out the rest of the world.“I figured you’d still be with Callum,” she says, tilting her head curiously.I let out a shaky breath. “No. He pushed me out,” I admit, the words feeling like a confession. “He fell, and when I tried to help, he refused. He wouldn’t let me stay, either. The more I was there, the more frustrated he got, so I lef