“Deviana, wait—!”

Adrian’s voice echoed through the hospital corridor, but Deviana’s steps were faster. Her heart pounded—not from exhaustion, but from the storm inside her. She had just witnessed something that shattered her—Adrian standing so close to Leviana, his expression serious, yet strangely vulnerable.

Deviana glanced back, eyes glistening. “Don’t follow me, Adrian!”

But Adrian still chased after her, grabbing her wrist in a firm grip. “Let me explain! It’s not what you think.”

Deviana whipped around, her gaze sharp and wounded. “Not what I think? You were standing there with her. Leviana! The woman who’s tried again and again to ruin my life. And you… you didn’t even push...