Chapter 84

• || SANCIA's POV ||
• The soft hum of the hospital filled the room, punctuated by the occasional beep of the monitor beside Vincenzo’s bed. He lay there, still pale but alive, his chest rising and falling steadily as he rested. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers loosely intertwined with his. Even in his unconscious state, his presence grounded me, reminding me that despite everything, we’d made it through.
• The quiet was interrupted by the sharp click of heels against the sterile tile floor. I turned to see her—Rosie—standing in the doorway. She was impeccably dressed as always, her hair perfectly styled, her lips painted in a deep, confident red. Her gaze swept over the room before settling on me, her expression cool but calculating.