His Ruthless Redemption (Isabella and Dominic) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Dominic’s POV

When Alessia opened her eyes, I felt relief.

When she didn’t speak. I felt dread.

She was propped slightly up in the hospital bed, pale against white sheets, an IV in her arm, oxygen monitor clipped to her finger. Machines hummed softly around her.

Alive.

And yet, there was no light in her eyes.

I stepped into the room quietly after the nurse told me she was awake.

Her parents had stepped out for coffee. Isabella had gone home with Salvatore and Vittoria after Alessia had weken up, both to inform my mother and make sure Mateo was doing fine.

So it was just us now.

“Alessia,” I said gently.

Her gaze shifted towards me slowly. But it was so blank that for a second, I didn’t recognize her.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

She blinked once. “Tired.” Her voice was hoarse. Fragile.

I moved closer to the bed. “Why?” I asked quietly.

She frowned slightly. “Why what?”

“Why did life?”

you think it was okay to leave us like that?” My voice cracked despite my effort to control it. “To try and end your

Something in her face broke, her lips trembling as tears welled in her eyes. “You should’ve let me,” she whispered,

The words hit like a punch.

“Don’t,” I said sharply.

“There’s nothing left,” she cried suddenly, tears spilling over. “There’s nothing for me here anymore. It’s empty. Everything is empty.

Her body started shaking. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her carefully into my arms. She collapsed against my chest. “My baby is gone,” she sobbed. “My baby is gone and it’s my fault and I can’t- I can’t breathe without thinking about it.”

I wrapped my arms around her tighter. “It’s not your fault,” I murmured.

“It is,” she cried. “I fell. I couldn’t even protect it. I couldn’t even do that one thing right.”

Her grief was raw. Unfiltered. Animal.

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“Yes.” I replied

“You didn’t leave

She clung to me like I was the only solid thing in the world. And for a moment, I let her. Pecane Se vende wome hold her together.

And also because I needed to believe I wasn’t responsible for breaking her.

“I hate seeing you like this,” I said quietly. “I need you to get better?

She didn’t respond.

“You need help,” I continued carefully. “A psychologist. Someone who knows how to guide you through than”

Her body tensed instantly at my words.

“No.”

*Yes.”

“No,” she repeated, pulling back slightly, “I don’t want to talk to strangers.”

“It’s not about wanting.” I said softly but firmly. “It’s about healing”

“I don’t want medication,” she said quickly, almost panicked.

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“Maybe you won’t need it. But you need someone trained to help you through this”

She shook her head weakly, “No.”

I exhaled slowly.

Then I did something that made something sharp twist inside me.

“Do it for me,” I said quietly.

She stilled, her tear-filled eyes searched mine. “For you?” she whispered softly.

“Yes”

“If I talk to a shrink, you’ll stay?” she asked.

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“I need to speak with you,” he said, looking directly at me. “And her parents”

A chill ran down my spine at his tone.

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“How is she?” her mother asked anxiously

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“She is in acute psychological distress,” he said carefully. “Severe depressive symptoms, compounded by traumatic loss.”

“Is the suicidair her father asked bluntly.

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The word dropped like a stone

“She expresses persistent feelings of hopelessness and worthlessness,” he continued. “She believes her life has no meaning

My chest tightened painfully.

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