Chapter 428
Chapter 428:
He saw Seraphina enter the room a moment later. She checked Skye’s pulse, then smiled—a cruel, satisfied curve of her lips. She pulled the sheet over Skye’s face.
The scene shifted.
Skye’s funeral. A small, pathetic affair in the rain.
He wasn’t even there.
He was on vacation in the Maldives with Seraphina.
The guilt was a physical weight, crushing his chest, collapsing his lungs. He felt the pain Skye had felt—the loneliness, the betrayal, the absolute coldness of dying unloved by the man she had sacrificed everything for.
He realized then.
He realized everything.
Skye in the current timeline. The coldness. The knowledge of the future. The way she looked at him with that mix of hatred and pity.
She remembered.
She had lived this.
She had come back.
And he had been trying to win her back with flowers and apologies, while he was the man who had let her die.
“I’m a monster,” Liam sobbed in the dreamscape.
The dream began to collapse. The fire of the explosion from Cloud City bled into his vision.
He saw Skye’s face—the current Skye.
She was terrified.
She was calling his name, not in anger, but in need.
“Wake up!” his subconscious screamed. “She needs you now! Don’t fail her twice p>
The drug wore off, metabolized by the sheer adrenaline of the revelation.
Liam’s eyes snapped open in the hospital room.
He gasped, sucking in air as if he’d been drowning. Sweat soaked him, his hospital gown clinging to his chest. Tears streamed down his face, hot and stinging.
The room was quiet.
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Beatrice sat in the chair by the window, reading a fashion magazine. She looked up, annoyed by his gasp.
“Finally,” she said. “You’ve been out for hours p>
Liam looked at her.
He saw her clearly now—not as his strict grandmother, but as the architect of his ruin. The woman who had enabled Seraphina, covered up the crimes, and drugged him to keep him compliant.
A rage so pure it terrified him surged through his chest.
He pushed it down. Deep down.
If she knew he remembered, she would never let him leave.
“Who… are you?” he croaked, letting his jaw go slack.
Beatrice froze. Then a look of calculated relief washed over her face.
“I am your grandmother, Beatrice,” she said slowly. “Do you remember your name p>
“Liam… I think,” he whispered. “Why am I here p>
“You had an accident. You’re confused. But don’t worry. I will take care of everything p>
She stood.
“I need to make a call. Rest now p>
She left the room, closing the door but leaving it unlocked. She was confident she had won.