They expressed “deep concern” for your “emotional well-being.”
They said the wedding had been “temporarily postponed” due to a “medical episode.”
They said Leonardo remained “devoted” to you and hoped you would get the “privacy and care you needed.”
By 9:00 a.m., the gossip blogs were calling you a runaway bride.
By 10:00 a.m., anonymous sources claimed you had a history of panic attacks.
By noon, someone leaked a photo of Damian carrying you out of the venue, framing it like a scandal.
The headline made your stomach turn.
Runaway Bride Leaves Billionaire Groom in Arms of Notorious Rival
You threw the phone across the hospital bed.
Damian picked it up from the blanket and set it on the table.
“They’re fast,” you whispered.
“They’re desperate.”
Your laugh came out bitter.
“Does desperation always look like a public relations team?”
“In their world, yes.”
Your mother sat silent by the window, looking ten years older.
Your father had not come back.
Part of you was relieved.
Part of you hated yourself for being relieved.
At 1:00 p.m., Leonardo came to the hospital.
Not alone.
He brought his mother, two lawyers, a private doctor, and a bouquet of white roses.
Security stopped him outside the hallway.
You heard his voice before you saw him.
“Valeria is my fiancée. I have a right to see her.”
Damian stepped out of your room.
“No,” he said. “You don’t.”
Leonardo’s voice dropped.
“You think this is over because she got dramatic?”
Damian said nothing.
Evelyn Harrington spoke next.
“Mr. Salvatore, this is a family matter.”
Damian’s reply was cold.
“Then why did you bring lawyers?”
Silence.
You stood from the hospital bed despite the pain.
Your mother reached for you.
You moved away.
Wrapped in a robe, bruised and weak, you walked to the doorway.
Leonardo saw you.
His face changed instantly.
The anger vanished.
The performance began.
“My love,” he said softly.
Your skin crawled.
“Don’t call me that.”
He looked wounded.
The nurses nearby watched.
So did the security guards.
Good, you thought.
Let there be witnesses.
Leonardo took one step forward.
Damian’s guards blocked him.
Leonardo lifted his hands.
“I just want to talk to her.”
“You had months to talk,” you said. “You used your hands instead.”
His eyes flickered.
Only for a second.
But you saw it.
So did Damian.
Evelyn’s mouth tightened.
“Valeria, you are confused. You fainted. You’re overwhelmed.”
You looked at her.
For years, women like Evelyn had terrified you. Their perfect posture. Their icy judgment. Their talent for making cruelty sound like manners.
Now, standing there with bruises visible on your arms, you felt something new.
Disgust.
“No,” you said. “I am finally clear.”
Leonardo’s expression hardened.
“Think carefully. You file charges, and this becomes ugly for everyone.”
You almost smiled.
“It was already ugly. You just preferred it hidden under makeup.”
A nurse covered her mouth.
Evelyn snapped, “Enough.”
You looked at her.
“You knew.”
Her eyes narrowed.
