Dear Ex-wife; You'll Regret It

Chapter Nine

Third Person Pov

The hospital ward was quiet except for the low hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping that filled the sterile air.

A faint glow from the medical pod illuminated the room, casting pale reflections against the walls.

Inside, Mirella lay still, her face almost peaceful beneath the soft shimmer of the glass.

Kaelen sat beside her, unmoving. His hand rested on the edge of the pod, thumb brushing against the smooth surface as though touch alone could reach her.

His eyes were bloodshot, his body motionless except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. The world outside had shrunk to the fragile rhythm of her breathing — slow, mechanical, dependent.

The door creaked open.

Kaelen didn’t look up, but his shoulders tensed at the sound of footsteps. A man entered, the scent of cologne and authority preceding him.

Darren’s polished shoes clicked against the tiled floor, his movements calm, deliberate — too deliberate.

His face molded in perfect sympathy. “Kaelen,” he sai