Chapter One Hundred-Fourteen

At the hospital, the sterile white walls and the incessant beeping of machines created an ambiance of tension and uncertainty.

Camilla sat by the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on Alexander's motionless form.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, aided by the oxygen mask, brought a wave of relief washing over her, but it was quickly followed by a surge of fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

What if the situation had been worse?...What if he had died in that fire?... The thought gnawed at her, tormenting her with its possibilities.

She couldn't help but question herself inwardly, wondering if she had let her anger and frustration get the better of her.

The bitter fights over their divorce, the blame he had placed on her for the loss of their child - it all felt so insignificant in the face of this near tragedy.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingertips barely grazing his forehead.

Gently, she brushed away the stray streaks of hair that fell across his face, her touch inf