Chapter 56

Kiara stepped off her private jet, feeling exhausted after a long flight from San Diego. She had just finished a successful conference and was looking forward to returning to her luxurious penthouse in New York. As she approached her building, she saw Martha, her housekeeper, pacing nervously in front of the entrance.

"Martha, what's going on?" Kiara asked, concerned by the worried look on her housekeeper's face.

"Ms. Kiara, thank goodness you're back," Martha said, tears streaming down her face. "It's about Lucas, your ex-husband. He's been involved in a car crash, and the doctors say he's not likely to make it."

Kiara's heart sank as she listened to Martha's words. She hadn't spoken to Lucas in months, but the news of his accident hit her hard. She couldn't imagine what Martha must be going through, knowing how close she had been to Lucas when they were married.

"Take me to him, Martha. I need to see him," Kiara said, her voice shaking with emotion.

Martha led Kiara to the hospital, where they were met by a team of doctors who updated them on Lucas's condition. Kiara couldn't believe the severity of his injuries. He had broken several bones and had internal bleeding. The doctors warned them that the next few hours would be critical.

Kiara sat by Lucas's bedside, holding his hand and praying that he would pull through. Memories of their time together flooded her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for the way their marriage had ended. She wished she had tried harder to make things work between them.

As the night wore on, Kiara stayed by Lucas's side, watching his chest rise and fall with each labored breath. Martha had gone home to rest, and Kiara was alone with her thoughts.

Suddenly, Lucas's hand twitched in hers, and Kiara gasped in surprise. She looked up to see his eyes flutter open, and she couldn't contain her relief.

"Lucas, oh my God, you're awake," Kiara said, tears streaming down her face.

Lucas's lips curved into a weak smile, and he squeezed her hand weakly. "Hey, Kiara. I guess I'm not going down without a fight, huh?"

Kiara laughed through her tears, overwhelmed with emotion. She knew that Lucas had a long road to recovery ahead of him, but she was grateful that he had pulled through.

As they sat together, Kiara and Lucas talked about their past and their future. They knew that they had a lot of work to do if they wanted to rebuild their relationship, but they were willing to try.

For the first time in a long time, Kiara felt a sense of hope for the future but with it came confusion about what to do with Liam.

The following day, Liam called Kiara's phone and it rang, and he quickly answered, expecting to hear Kiara's voice on the other end. "Hey, babe," he said, but he was met with silence.

"Liam," Kiara finally said, her voice hesitant and quiet.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been acting strange lately, and I'm just wondering if everything's alright between us." Liam waited for her response, but again there was only silence.

Finally, Kiara spoke, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm sorry, Liam. I've just been preoccupied with something else."

"What is it? You can tell me anything," Liam reassured her.

"It's Lucas," Kiara said, her voice breaking. "He was in a car accident, and he's in critical condition at the hospital."

Liam's heart sank as he listened to Kiara's words. He knew how much she still cared for her ex-husband, despite their divorce.

"Oh, Kiara, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" Liam asked, his concern evident.

"No, thank you, Liam. I just need some time to process everything," Kiara replied softly.

"Of course, take all the time you need. I'll be here for you when you're ready," Liam said reassuringly.

"Thank you, Liam. You're always so understanding," Kiara said, her voice filled with gratitude.

Liam knew that Kiara needed him now more than ever. He made a silent promise to himself to be there for her through this difficult time, no matter what.

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Dr. Patel walked into the private hospital room where Kiara sat, her eyes red from crying. She had been waiting for hours for any news about Lucas.

"Ms. Kiara," Dr. Patel said, his voice calm but with a hint of concern. "I have some good news for you. Lucas is going to survive."

Kiara's eyes widened in disbelief, and she sat up straight in her chair. "What? Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Dr. Patel nodded. "Yes, he's still in critical condition, but his vital signs are stable. He's a fighter, and we're doing everything we can to make sure he pulls through."

Tears streamed down Kiara's face, but this time they were tears of relief. She had been so worried that she might lose Lucas forever, and now the thought of him surviving filled her with hope.

"Can I see him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Patel nodded. "Yes, of course. He's not awake yet, but you can sit with him for a while. Just try not to disturb him too much."

Kiara stood up and followed Dr. Patel out of the room. As they walked down the hallway, she felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She knew that Lucas had made mistakes in the past, but she still cared for him deeply. And now, she had been given a second chance to show him how much she loved him.

When they reached Lucas's room, Kiara took a deep breath and opened the door. She saw him lying there, hooked up to various machines, but still alive. She walked over to his bedside and took his hand in hers.

"Lucas," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm here. I'm so glad you're going to be okay."

She sat there for a while, holding his hand and watching him breathe. She knew that he still had a long road to recovery, but she was ready to be there for him every step of the way. For now, she was just grateful that he was alive.