By 10:00 a.m., anonymous sources claimed you had a history of panic attacks.
By noon, someone leaked a photo of Damian carrying you out of the venue, framing it like a scandal.
The headline made your stomach turn.
Runaway Bride Leaves Billionaire Groom in Arms of Notorious Rival
You threw the phone across the hospital bed.
Damian picked it up from the blanket and set it on the table.
“They’re fast,” you whispered.
“They’re desperate.”
Your laugh came out bitter.
“Does desperation always look like a public relations team?”
“In their world, yes.”
Your mother sat silent by the window, looking ten years older.
Your father had not come back.
Part of you was relieved.
Part of you hated yourself for being relieved.
At 1:00 p.m., Leonardo came to the hospital.
Not alone.
He brought his mother, two lawyers, a private doctor, and a bouquet of white roses.
Security stopped him outside the hallway.
You heard his voice before you saw him.
“Valeria is my fiancée. I have a right to see her.”
Damian stepped out of your room.
“No,” he said. “You don’t.”
Leonardo’s voice dropped.
“You think this is over because she got dramatic?”
Damian said nothing.
Evelyn Harrington spoke next.
“Mr. Salvatore, this is a family matter.”
Damian’s reply was cold.
“Then why did you bring lawyers?”
Silence.
You stood from the hospital bed despite the pain.
Your mother reached for you.
You moved away.
Wrapped in a robe, bruised and weak, you walked to the doorway.
Leonardo saw you.
His face changed instantly.
The anger vanished.
The performance began.
“My love,” he said softly.
Your skin crawled.
“Don’t call me that.”
He looked wounded.
