Her Rebirth.-Chapter 134

Amelia POV

NO

NO!

NOOOO!!!!

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I jerked up, sweat trickling down my skin as the vivid image of Aldric cutting of Kai’s head replay in my head.

What soon comes after is a piercing headache that seems to threaten to tear me apart. Then the memories comes rushing in.

I now understood why I never remembered my relationship with Keiser, or the fact that I really loved to read books. I had forgotten.

Out of mental trauma or physical trauma of my head dashing against the stone when I fainted, I do not know, or maybe it was both. Leaving me only with the memories of the stoic and obsessed character I became.

I look around and notice I am in a hospital. I had returned.

A sigh of relief escape my lips before I even realise.

I was scared freёweɓnovel.com

Really scared I was going to experience my father and brothers death all over again, deaths I caused with my own hands.

If I did, I wasn’t sure I was going to recover from it

I hear a soft breath and I turn to look by side.

I see Kai, his head resting on my bed right next to my pillow, dark circles surround his eyes like he hadn’t slept for days and his long hair was messy, splayed on his back, on his chin were little stubbles.

He hadn’t probably shaved for a long time

He had been here

Because of me.

A wave of happiness wash over me.

I raise my hand and it felt like I was lifting up a 100kg dumbbell and I placed it gently on his hair, my hands weaving through it slowly.

I really missed him

God I missed him soo much.

Even if peradventure he might have been Keiser in their previous life.

None of it mattered now.

Because I loved this man.

This Kai.

This man with sleep-starved eyes and worry carved deep into his face.

This man who never stopped loving her, whether in this lifetime or the last.

My fingers trembled as I threaded them deeper through his hair, the silky strands tangled and messy. I wanted to laugh and cry all at once. He always looked so sharp, so untouchable. And yet here he was, undone, vulnerable, human.

Because of me.

A soft sound escaped him and His brows twitched faintly as if sensing my touch, and slowly, his eyes blinked open.

They locked onto mine.

"...Amelia?" I could hear his voice crack.

His gaze latched onto mine like I was a ghost. Like he didn’t trust what he was seeing. He sat up so quickly the chair beneath him groaned. His hand came to cup my cheek, calloused thumb brushing my skin like he was afraid I might vanish.

"You’re awake," he breathed. "God—Amelia—" His voice broke, and he shut his eyes tight, as if trying to hold back the flood.

"I’m here," I whispered. "I’m okay."

"No, you’re not. You weren’t. You—" His breath hitched again as he looked at me, truly looked. "You weren’t waking up. I didn’t know if you’d ever—" He dropped his head, his shoulders shaking. "They said you might not come back."

I reached up again, though it felt like lifting stone, and rested my palm on his face. His skin was warm. He leaned into it.

"I came back," I said softly. "To you."

He laughed bitterly under his breath, rough and pained. "That shouldn’t be enough. And yet it is."

I took a good look at his figure

He truly looked like hell.

Just as I had suspected.

Apart from His unkempt hair , and the dark circles bruising his eyes, his shirt was wrinkled like he’d slept in it for days—which he probably had.

The worry had eaten him alive.

"Didn’t you sleep?" I whispered

"I couldn’t," he said, brushing his fingers over the IV in my hand as though trying to soothe it away. "Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you... The fear in your eyes as Lilac raised her axe. I should’ve found you earlier—I should’ve protected you. I didn’t protect you."

I blinked, the weight of his guilt anchoring my already-fragile heart.

"Kai," I murmured, "it wasn’t your fault."

He looked up at me, anguish etched in every line of his face. "But it was my responsibility. I’m supposed to keep you safe. But I didn’t know where you were, I wasn’t fast.... I didn’t—Amelia, you fell into a coma and I went insane. Do you know what it did to me? I thought I lost you forever."

Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. "You didn’t. I found my way back. I just... I remembered some things. Things I didn’t before."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean? Remembered what?"

I sswallowed, but before I could even think further I found words spilling out of my tongue "my past life. Who I was... and who you might have been."

He stared at me, confusion obvious in his eyes. "I don’t understand."

"I know," I said, gently. "And maybe you’re not meant to. Maybe it’s better you don’t. But what I do know is that... I still love you. Not because of the past. But because of now."

His breath caught again, and then he leaned forward, forehead resting against mine, voice no louder than a breath.

"I don’t care who I was," he whispered. "All I care about is you. You, right here. Right now. So don’t leave me again. Please."

"I won’t," I said. "Not ever again."

Then a breathy chuckle escape his lips. " Foolish me, I should have called for the doctor ".

.....

One month had passed since that incident.

And in that time, Kai had barely let me out of his sight.

He watched me like a hawk, hovering protectively, obsessively, and often waking in the middle of the night in cold sweat, his breath shallow, his arms searching for me as if afraid I’d vanish again. Each time, I would whisper his name and wrap my arms around him, grounding us both in the present. His trembling would still only after long minutes of silence, of whispered reassurances, of kisses pressed to skin as if we were trying to convince ourselves we were still alive. Still here.

To ease his anxiety, I’d agreed to keep the bodyguards he assigned me, and in turn, he tried—tried—to loosen his grip on the tighter ends of control. He even struck a deal with Marie, who, after much eye-rolling and dramatic sighing, allowed me to work from home most days of the week. All except Mondays. Monday was her line in the sand, and Kai, begrudgingly, respected that.

He never told anyone the truth about what had happened with Lilac. Not even Sera, who had grown increasingly suspicious, especially since she’d been trying to reach me nonstop during the time I’d been gone. Her calls had gone unanswered, and when she confronted Kai afterward, he’d simply said I’d been terribly ill. It wasn’t a full lie, I was in a coma afterall.

But even Sera had let it go eventually, distracted as she was by her newest mission in life: Damien. According to her, she was ready for a love that made her feel alive. According to Damien, she was a predator in designer heels. Her words, "I’ll make him mine even if I have to tie him to my bed," had left him pale for days. But despite his complaints and dramatic flailing, I’d noticed the way his gaze lingered on her now, how his lips quirked into a smile he tried to hide when she entered the room. He was falling for her. He just hadn’t realized yet that he already had.

And Kai and I—well, we had finally acknowledged what everyone else probably assumed we’d been doing all along. We’d started therapy.

Because as much as we loved each other, love wasn’t a magic eraser. We were bruised. We were scared. We were broken in places neither of us had the tools to fix alone. I had nightmares too—visions of chains, of Lilac’s smile, of Kai’s severed head rolling across a stone floor and I would wake up gasping. He would pull me close and kiss the corners of my panic, and we’d lay in the dark holding each other, wordless but not empty.

We were healing.

Together.

And today—

Today was the next step in that healing.

I stared at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, almost unrecognizable in layers of delicate white and silk. My hair, soft and swept back, shimmered under the afternoon sun streaming in through the arched windows of the estate’s bridal room. Sera stood behind me, adjusting the veil with an intensity that was almost terrifying.

"You’re glowing," she said, voice unusually quiet. "Like an angel. It’s annoying."

I smiled. "You’ve cried three times already, Sera."

"I have not."

"You have."

"Okay, maybe twice. But that last one was because I smudged my eyeliner."

I turned slightly to look at her, and she met my eyes in the mirror. For once, there was no teasing. Only warmth.

"I’m so happy for you," she said, smoothing a wrinkle on my gown. "A bit jealous yes...but still happy."

"I never thought I’d get here," I whispered.

"And yet," she said, "here you are."

My heart fluttered.

Sera placed the veil over my face like it was a sacred ritual. "Let’s go, Mrs. Soon-to-be Blackwood."

I took one breath.

Then another.

And with my bouquet in hand, I stepped forward—toward the man who had found me, who had loved me desperately, who had bled for me, and who now stood waiting at the end of an aisle surrounded by white roses and golden light.

Toward the man who, in peradventure another life, I think I would choose again.