Liam’s POV

The last time I was able to stand on my own was three months ago—just before Aliya discovered the truth and cast me out of her life.

I had walked out of her house, and from that moment on, my existence had been nothing but pain. A blur of sterile hospital rooms, relentless treatment, and therapy sessions that, frankly, weren’t doing a damn thing for me.

The doctor called me a fighter. Said I had a will stronger than most—clinging to life no matter what fresh hell my body threw at me. He told me to let go of the past, especially Aliya, and focus on healing. But...