Elena POV
I stood frozen in the hospital corridor, staring at the hand that had almost struck me.
The shock wasn't from the fact that Adrian had raised his hand, but from the realization that a part of me had still expected him to choose me.
For three years, I had made excuses for his coldness, his distance, and every moment he made me feel like I was asking for too much.
He took a step toward me, his expression filled with anger instead of regret. "I lost control because you kept provoking me, Elena," he said, his voice hard and defensive. "Vivian is lying in a surgical room right now because of you."
I stared at him quietly. The urge to defend myself, to explain what really happened, was still there, but it no longer felt important. I had spent three years trying to convince Adrian to believe me, and I was exhausted from fighting for something that should have never required a battle.
I lowered my gaze to the engagement ring on my finger. The platinum band that once represented promises and a future together suddenly felt like a reminder of every disappointment I had swallowed. Slowly, I reached down and pulled it over my knuckle.
Then I placed the ring into his open palm.
"We're done," I said.
Adrian stared at the ring before looking back at me. His brows furrowed as though he couldn't understand what he was seeing. "Are you seriously throwing away three years because of one argument?"
"It's not about tonight," I replied. My voice was calmer than I expected, even though my heart was breaking inside my chest. "Tonight was just the moment that finally showed me the truth."
Adrian opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, the treatment room door opened. A nurse rushed into the hallway with a worried expression. "Mr. Blackwood!"
Adrian immediately turned toward her. "What happened?"
"Miss Vivian is awake," the nurse said quickly. "She's frightened, and she keeps asking for you."
I watched the anger disappear from Adrian's face, replaced instantly by concern. For one brief second, I thought he might stay and finish our conversation. I thought he might finally look at me and realize what he was losing.
But I was wrong.
"I have to go," Adrian said.
I stood there silently, watching the door close behind him. This time, I didn't chase after him. I didn't call his name or ask him to come back.
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Outside the hospital entrance, cold air hit my face. Under the shelter of the overhang, Damon stood quietly with his hands resting inside his pockets. He didn't ask what happened or demand an explanation when his eyes fell on my bare finger.
Instead, he asked, "Have you eaten anything since you donated blood?"
My exhaustion caught up with me all at once. My legs felt weak, and the lightheadedness from earlier returned. "No," I whispered.
"Then let's get something to eat," Damon said.
I hesitated as I looked toward his dark car parked nearby. The thought of returning to my parents' questions or sitting alone in my apartment made my chest tighten. I had no idea what my life looked like now that the future I planned for three years was gone.
"Why are you still here, Damon?" I asked softly.
He looked at me for a moment before answering. "Because I didn't think you should leave alone tonight."
His simple words affected me more than they should have. I remembered all the small moments over the years, the chair he pulled out when Adrian walked ahead, the water he offered when Adrian forgot to notice I was tired, and the respect he gave me without expecting anything in return.
I looked away, trying to hide the emotion gathering in my eyes. Then I quietly walked toward his car and got inside.
Damon drove us to a small restaurant away from the center of the city. It was quiet and nearly empty, giving us the first chance to speak without the Blackwood family watching every move. The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable, but it was unfamiliar.
The waiter placed warm tea and food in front of us. I stared at the steam rising from my cup, unsure how to explain everything I was feeling. Finally, I broke the silence.
"I ended the engagement," I said.
Damon placed his napkin down and looked at me calmly. He didn't celebrate my decision or criticize his brother. He simply asked, "Are you sure that's what you wanted?"
"Yes," I answered quietly. My fingers wrapped around the warm cup. "I just don't know what happens next."
"You don't need to know tonight," Damon replied. "You spent years planning a future with someone else, so it's normal that tomorrow feels uncertain."
His words settled over me like a comfort I didn't realize I needed. For once, someone wasn't telling me what decision to make. They were simply allowing me to make one.
After a moment of silence, I looked across the table at him. "Why have you always been kind to me?"
Damon paused, his fingers resting against the table. "Because I noticed."
I frowned slightly.
"I noticed when Adrian stopped showing up for dinners. I noticed when you sat alone pretending you weren't disappointed. I noticed when you defended him even when everyone could see you were hurting."
His eyes remained steady on mine. "But I never interfered because you had chosen him."
My chest tightened at his words. "And now?"
Damon glanced briefly at my empty finger before meeting my gaze again. "Now you have the chance to choose something different."
I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. "What are you saying?"
Damon was silent for a moment before taking a slow breath. "I have an offer for you."
My heartbeat quickened. "What kind of offer?"
His expression remained calm, but his voice became serious. "Marry me."
I went completely still.
The restaurant suddenly felt too quiet, and I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I stared at him, waiting for a smile or a sign that he was joking, but Damon didn't look away.
"I'm not asking because you're hurt," he said. "And I'm not asking because I feel sorry for you."
He leaned back slightly, giving me space instead of pressure. "I don't expect you to love me right now, Elena. I'm offering you a chance to start over without being controlled by Adrian or either of our families."
I looked at the man sitting across from me. The man who had spent three years quietly treating me with the kindness I had begged another person to give me.
"Why me?" I whispered.
Damon held my gaze for a long moment. "Because for three years, I watched you give everything to someone who never understood what he had."
His voice softened. "And now, for the first time, you get to make a choice that belongs only to you.”
