But Ernest didn’t seem surprised at all.
“Is that supposed to make me pity him?” he asked coldly. “Because all I hear is that he finally got what he deserved.”
“Ernest!”
Her voice broke, trembling with disbelief. What had happened to the man she thought she knew?
“I’ve had enough of this.” Ernest’s voice was low and final, brimming with quiet fury. He stepped in closer, his grip tightening, his gaze pinning her in place.
“You’re divorced. Whatever tied you to him is gone. Dead and buried. You’re mine now, Elissa. Mine—whether you admit it or not.”
“You’re being ridiculous!” Elissa tore her wrist from Ernest’s grip, her voice rising with righteous fury. “I don’t belong to you—or anyone else. I belong to myself!”
At that exact moment, the double doors of the operating room swung open.
A nurse stepped out, clipboard in hand. “Is there a family member of Robin Torres present?” she called. “He’s stable and being moved to a general ward. We need someone to sign the transfer documents.”
“I’m here!”
Elissa didn’t wait. The nurse’s words were all the distraction she needed—she dashed forward before Ernest could say another word. “I’ll do it! I’ll handle everything!” Her hands trembled slightly as she took the clipboard.
“Sign here, please,” the nurse said, pointing.
“Alright.” Elissa scribbled her name.
Behind her, Ernest stood frozen, his expression thunderous—jaw clenched, shoulders rigid.
“Ernest, I’ll help out.” Sensing the heat radiating off him, Hadley stepped in, placing herself between Elissa and Ernest.
After going through the paperwork, they followed the nurse through the sterile hallways until Robin was settled into a private ward. Elissa moved to the bedside, her eyes locking onto Robin’s pale, unconscious face, while Hadley stood beside her silently.
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“Miss?” A nurse approached with a sealed plastic pouch that contained Robin’s phone, wallet, and watch. “These are his personal items. Please keep them safe.”
“Thank you,” Elissa murmured, accepting the bag with both hands.
But the nurse didn’t walk away.
“There’s one more thing,” she said gently, lowering her voice. “We noticed scarring on both wrists. Old wounds. This wasn’t his first attempt, was it?”
The message beneath the nurse’s words rang louder than anything spoken—multiple attempts weren’t a cry for attention; they were a sign of underlying mental health issues.
Elissa’s breath caught. Her fingers tightened around the pouch.
“Thank you, nurse,” Hadley quickly answered in Elissa’s place, her voice steady. “Yes, he’s under a doctor’s care.”
“That’s good to hear. Let us know if anything changes,” the nurse replied before quietly stepping out.
“Hadley…” Elissa’s voice cracked. “Robin… He’s tried this before. I didn’t know—I had no idea!”
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