Chapter 156
DAMIEN'S POV
The ceiling in this damn hospital has become my entire world for the last two days.
White, sterile, and boring…unlike the chaos in my head that refuses to quiet down.
Ever since I woke up with my body wrapped up, lips split, and pain shooting through every breath I take, Lucian’s voice has been replaying on a loop.
Elora is my wife.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
How the hell is that even possible? Ten years? Ten fucking years and nobody knew?
Not me, not Mark, not even my father who seems to know everything.
And the worst part, the part that keeps clawing at me, isn't even the fact that they're married. It's the rest of his statement.
Maya is Elora’s sister.
I run a shaky hand over my face.
“Man, you look like shit,” Mark mutters from the chair beside my bed.
I opened my eyes. “Thanks for stating the obvious.”
He shrugs. “But seriously, are we going to talk about what Lucian said? Because dude, what the actual fuck?”
I exhale, slowly and painfully. “Honestly? I've been trying t

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