HIDING THE TRUTH

Liam’s P.O.V.

“D-Diane, are you okay?” I knew she was not, and yet, I still asked her. My heart sank when she just smiled at me before her eyes heavily drifted, prompting her to lose consciousness.

“No, Diane… o-open your eyes, please! Oh, God… please, don’t take her away from me.” My right hand softly held her cheeks. I touched some of her blood, and the pain was burning within me.

‘Goddamn it!’

It was all my fault. If I hadn’t rushed us to get married—if we hadn’t left tonight and just moved the flight tomorrow morning—this accident wouldn’t have happened at all.

And one more thing—I...