One Day 63

Chapter Sixty–Three 

Kyle’s POV 

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When I opened my eyes, the sun was already slicing into the cabin, painting golden rays across the floor. My limbs felt heavy, as though pressed down by something heavy, but strangely enough, my chest didn’t. For the first time in months, hell, maybe in years, I didn’t wake up burdened by guilt, pain, or grief. My body was weak, but my heart felt lighter. 

I stared at the ceiling above me, trying to recall what had changed. And then it hit me. Ava. She was here. 

Here. Of all places. 

The quiet place I had retreated to for rest, far from the chaos of hospitals, the noise of the company, and the suffocating tension at home… and somehow, she ended up here too. And like a miracle, after that brief talk with her, I felt lighter. 

At first, when I heard her voice near the tree, I thought I was hallucinating. But when I stepped out from behind the tree I’d been resting on, I knew she was real. The last time I saw her was when she suddenly appeared at the hospital. Shock wasn’t even the word to describe when my eyes locked on hers behind the door, my heart had nearly given out. 

I remember blinking once, then twice, expecting her to vanish like a ghost. But she didn’t fade. She stood there at the door, glaring at me through the glass. Apparently, Ava’s message had popped up on my phone while I was asleep, and my father had snatched it from my mom and replied without my consent. He deleted the message right after, making me think Ava hadn’t responded, never knowing he’d tricked her into coming using my phone. 

My father and I had a heated argument over it, but it was too pointless, as Zareon was already being tested, and Ava refused to see me. To be honest, a selfish and shameless part of me was relieved Zareon was a match. But another part knew it was wrong to ask something so big from a child I hadn’t been there for, especially after what a favor like that had cost his mother. Still, the transplant happened, and Ava didn’t speak to me. Guilt drove me away from home to this secluded place, where I could gather my thoughts and quietly work on my plans. But even here, in this hidden corner of the world, Ava found me again. 

I let out a soft laugh, though it sounded more like a croak, and pressed my palm to my eyes. What the hell is going on with fate?” I muttered to no one. 

Then another memory crowded my mind, that moment in front of the fireplace, just the two of us. The way her breath hitched when she turned toward me. The closeness. The way she gasped, lips parted, staring at my mouth like she was fighting something inside. And I’d 

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ruined it by leaning in like an i***t, lips parted, ready to devour her. 

“f**k!” I groaned, throwing the covers off and sitting up. “Did I almost kiss her? In that moment?” 

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Yes. Yes, I did. And I would’ve if not for how she turned away, shutting everything down like it was the worst mistake of her life. Maybe it was. Scratch that, I know I am. Still, the arousing desire in that moment clung to my skin like steam after a hot shower. 

With a groan, I dragged myself to the bathroom, washed up, and slipped into a simple white shirt and gray joggers. The morning air smelled faintly of sea salt and damp leaves as I stepped outside, heading back to the main resort building. A smile tugged at my lips when I remembered the confusion on Ava’s face after I told her the cabin was mine. It was, but not entirely. I booked a resort building too, far more luxurious and expensive than the cabin. But somehow, I found out I preferred the comfort of the cabin. Maybe because it was new, and comfortably quiet with the smell of burnt wood. 

The resort staff greeted me as I passed, and I nodded in return. I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. I never really was. 

But just as I turned a corner, I noticed some people gathered outside one of the guest buildings. Two men were in a heated argument, but I couldn 

see their faces as the back of the larger one was turned to me, partially covering the other, and across from them stood a group of people watching. 

I remembered Phoenix was once married to one guy she met at college. Could that be the guy and maybe his family? 

My eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to find Ava or anyone familiar like Phoenix, as I couldn’t tell if it was the guy, but neither Ava nor Phoenix was there. 

A sharp pang of disappointment twisted in my chest. 

“Sir?” a familiar voice called. 

I turned to see Leo approaching, a tablet under one arm and his other hand hidden in his pocket. 

“Leo,” I greeted back. 

“There’s something you need to see,” he said, nudging the tablet toward me. 

“Is this really the time?” I muttered, but took it anyway and began swiping through the images and data he’d gathered. 

Lillian. 

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Photos. Records. Some were old, others recent. Some I’d seen. Most I hadn’t. But all of it pointed to what I’d been quietly suspecting for months. Something wasn’t right with her. The woman I married is full of hidden secrets. There were shadows behind her smile and glare, secrets buried in her silence and actions. 

I’d started investigating her after that night, because something about it felt off. I didn’t remember anything, not one detail. I had assumed it was because I wasn’t a drinker; however, when I started to drink heavily, I realized I always remember whatever happened during those moments of my drunken state. So why was that night different? 

The more I looked, the more I found. Or rather, the more I realized how little I knew. 

“She’s been covering her tracks,” Leo said softly. “Even the firm I hired had to go dark to get this much. Either she’s hiding something big, or she’s been preparing to.” 

I nodded slowly, absorbing his words. I didn’t know what to think. But her recent behavior had been too suspicious. The fact that she went through my things while I was in the hospital, found the draft of the divorce documents I’d been holding onto for when I uncovered something huge, and acted like she hadn’t? That was enough proof that something was 

wrong. 

And the fact that she said nothing about it? 

That was worse. 

I shook my head, anger and confusion twisting in my gut. 

“Why would someone hide so much of themselves?” I asked aloud. 

Leo didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. 

My hands clenched, and I was about to ask him something else when I noticed his expression shift. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

He didn’t respond. He just stared at me, mouth slightly agape, his eyes no longer on my face but somewhere lower. 

“Sir,” he whispered, then pointed. “Your shirt… Your nose…” 

I looked down. 

Splotches of blood were soaking through the white fabric on my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t even process it. It was like my brain hadn’t caught up with what my eyes were seeing. But the moment it did, my heart slammed into overdrive, and my hand flung to my 

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nose only to come back painted with blood. 

“What the hell…?” I stumbled slightly, and felt Leo’s arm steady me. 

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“Lean on the car and tilt your head up,” he instructed, guiding me to the hood of the car. 

I did as told, pressing a handkerchief he gave me to my face. 

“Is this normal?” Leo muttered after a moment. 

I couldn’t say. I hadn’t had a symptom like that since the transplant, so I couldn’t tell if it was normal or not. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur. The next thing I knew, I was back in my private jet, and then lying flat in a hospital room that felt colder than ice, arms strapped with an IV while I glared at the ceiling with pure hatred. 

I can’t believe I’m here again. 

The door creaked open, and my doctor entered. His face was tighter than usual, his hands clasped behind him. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, stopping beside my bed. 

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, sitting up. “What is wrong this time?” 

He gave me a long look before bringing his clasped hands forward. 

“Kyle,” he began, “we ran preliminary tests. The bleeding wasn’t due to transplant complications.” 

I nodded faintly, even though my body was tight with anxiety. “Then what is the problem?” 

His lips pressed into a thin line. “We found something concerning. There’s a possibility, and I must stress, it’s only a possibility until the full toxicology results come out, but your body is responding to something foreign. Something it shouldn’t be exposed to. Something like a toxin that wouldn’t show up on standard tests. One that weakens clotting.” 

It was like ice water had been dumped on me. 

I straigtened, “Toxin? Like a poison?” I whispered, visibly trembling. 

He didn’t confirm it outright. “There’s a chance. We’re not ruling anything out yet. But for now, before the results come out, I advise you to refrain from ingesting any injections or medications not prescribed directly by me or this hospital. You should also change your food routine. Anything that concerns ingestion.” 

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I nodded slowly, the words still echoing in my mind, brewing confusion and fear. 

“How long have I had this in my system?” I asked, my voice low. 

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He didn’t answer directly. “That’s what the results will tell us. But I do need your consent to report this, as well as inform your family.” 

“No.” 

The word left my mouth before I even fully processed it. 

The doctor blinked. “Excuse me?” 

“Keep this between us for now,” I said, locking gaze with him. 

The doctor hesitated. “Kyle, if this is…” 

“Please,” I cut in. “I don’t want this made public. At least not yet. Not until we know for sure, and certainly not until I know who’s behind this.” 

He watched me, then gave a slow nod. “Okay, your confidentiality will be respected. But please, Kyle, be careful. Avoid the things you usually ingest. I mean all types of ingestion.” 

I gave a small nod, and he left. 

When the door shut behind him, I sat in the silence for a long time, staring at nothing in particular. This time, my chest didn’t feel light. It felt crushed, like someone had dropped a heavy steel bar on my heart. And my heart? It hammered in my chest like it was starving for 

an escape. 

Poisoned? I still can’t believe that. 

Was it possible? Had someone actually tried to poison me? 

But who? And why would they even do that? For what reason? 

My mind spun through every possibility, through every motive, but no matter how many faces flashed through my head, it kept circling back to one person. 

AL 

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Who? I think it’s about time we break into those motive and secrets 

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