My legs take their own accord and start walking towards the exit of the airport. Please, Allah, save Ethan; I pray that nothing terrible has happened to him. I find an empty cab with ease and give the address of the hospital to the driver that I could remember Grace saying over the phone before it slipped from my palms. It takes a good hour before we get to the hospital and all the way my hands have not stopped shaking. They have been trembling in fear of what state Ethan might be in. I quickly step out of the cab and walk towards the entrance of the hospital. Ya Allah, please save him.

"Ple-e-ease I am look-k-king for-r—r Eht-tt-h-a-n Ma-nt-t-o-n-e," I say feeling myself shaking in nervousness and fear, which caused me to shutter. The nurse is about to speak when a voice beats her to it.

"Adina," Florence says, barely audible.

I turn around to face her, and I burst into tears with one look at her. The beautiful deep grey eyes of hers that Ethan inherited are red with tears. Her skin has become pale, and there are bags under her eyes. Her face is red in pain from a headache I am sure she is getting from all the crying she has been doing.

I slowly walk towards her and pull her into a hug I know she needs right now. She does not have to say it, but I know Ethan is not in a good state. Ya Allah, please save Ethan; I pray that he will be able to escape whatever situation he is in alive. We release from our hug when someone says nonsense out of her mouth.

"Can you both stop embarrassing us and stop crying like he is dead? For Christ sake, he just had an accident. Quit with the crying. You're both drawing attention to yourselves, and we have a reputation to uphold," Patricia says, scowling.

"What did you just say?" Florence expresses her displeasure with the way she is reacting to what is going on.

"You heard me, and you, of all people, should know better than to embarrass yourself in public. If you have forgotten, you are the ex-wife of a prestigious person in society. "

"I think something is wrong with you. My son is fighting for his life, and you dare to tell me to uphold my reputation by not crying out my pain and fear for him. You must be nuts to even think I would do that. I don't even know what you are doing here. Who called you here?"

"I am here because my stepson was involved in an accident and also watch the way you talk to me."

We all know Patricia is not here because she cares about Ethan. I am sure she is here, so the public won't say she is a bad person if she did not come.

"If I don't, are you going to put me in the same situation as my son? Do you think I don't know what you and that evil son of yours did to my precious baby? I might not be able to prove it, but I know you must be behind the reason Ethan was involved in an accident," Florence says, with a lot of rage.

The words Florence just said have shaken me to my core. Is the hatred Patricia has towards Ethan that bad that she could cause him to have an accident? I don't even know the answer to that question, because I do not even know the reason why Patricia hates Ethan or why he hates her either. But I don't think Florence is just making up things either. She must have her reason to accuse Patricia.

"Don't you dare accuse me of things you don't know about?" Patricia says coming up in Florence's face while her eyes are throwing daggers at her

"I will accuse you of anything I see fit for your disgusting character," Florence says, not backing down, and I'm sure she's already stabbed her in the head a million times.

"I think you should wait outside Patricia," Federico says, finally speaking up since the whole drama.

Patricia does not say anything but huffs and turns towards the exit with her heels, clicking the tiles the whole way out.

I am walking back to the waiting area after observing my Isha prayers. I found an empty room where I was allowed to pray. I made sure to make a lot of dua for Ethan's surgery to go successful. It has been going on for two hours, and so far we have not gotten any news about how he is doing. I take a seat beside Caroline, who, like every child of her age, does not really know how to process what is happening.

"Adina," Caroline says in her sweet voice.

"Yes, my love."

"Do you love Ethan?" Caroline asks, taking me by surprise with her question.

I wonder why she would ask me that, but now that she did. It makes me wonder what I genuinely feel for Ethan. All the times I have thought of my feelings for him, never have I thought about them being love. The word love never crossed my mind as a way to explain the deep feelings I have for him, but even a fool could tell I was in love with him.

"Yes, I do," I say with a soft smile gracing my face, knowing that my feelings for him have developed into love.

"Then please never leave him again."

"I promise I won't."

After an hour or so, we finally get news about Ethan's health.

"Family of Mantone," A man in surgical attire says.

"Yes, we are here," Florence says

I notice her hands shaking and take them in mine. I give her hand a warm squeeze and a smile that says everything is going to be okay. Ya Allah, I fervently hope that whatever this man says will be good news.

"Mr Mantone was brought in a crucial condition. He broke a few ribs and sustained a few bruises, but with time he would recover" The doctor says. Everyone in the room releases a breath of relief from the good news. Ya Allah, thank you for saving Ethan.

"Can we see him?" Caroline says with a lot of eagerness in her voice

"Yes, you can, please, this way," The doctor says and leads the way to the room.

We all follow closely behind and stop by the last door on the floor on the right. Florence is the first to go in. I hear her take a deep breath before turning the doorknob. Ya Allah, I pray his condition gets better with time.

Florence spends a good 5 minutes before stepping out to invite others in to see him. They all go in, but I stay outside. I don't want to make Ethan's condition worse by making him see me. I'm curious to see how he's doing, but I can't say the same for Ethan. I stand by the window praying I could get a little glimpse of him, but the blinds are up, so I can't see inside.

I feel a warm squeeze on my hand. I turn to my right and see Florence with a sad smile on her face.

"I know the reason you did not go in was because you don't want Ethan to see you. I understand you and my child are not on good terms, but for my sake, please step inside and see how he is doing. I can't imagine the thoughts going through your head. He is sleeping right now, so he won't even know you were here. "

"I don't think that would be a good idea. If he wakes up......." I say, but I am cut short

"I insist, my dear, please, for my sake," Florence says, pleading with her eyes.

I give up changing her mind and start walking towards the door. I take a deep breath before turning the doorknob, bracing myself to face Ethan after this horrible accident. Ya Allah, I hope it's not as bad as my imagination made it out to be.

Once I step in, it does not take more than two glances at Ethan for me to burst into tears. He has bandages around his ribs, his head and a big cast over his right arm. I can't imagine the pain he must have gone through during the accident. I walk closer to his bed to get a better look at him. His face has a lot of bruises on it, a few of which might leave a scar on this handsome face of his.

I know if Ethan were awake, he would not want me anywhere near him, but I can't imagine myself being far away from him in his condition right now. I take a seat beside his bed to stay with him for a few minutes and leave later before he wakes up. I also pray and make a lot of dua's (supplication) for Ethan to have a quick recovery.

I'm about to leave when I feel a grip on my hand. I turn around to remove the hold, and to my surprise, it's a hand. A hand which every time it comes in contact with my skin is warm and firm but is now bruised with cuts. I use my other hand to wipe away the tears that escaped my eyes from imagining the pain he must have gone through during the accident.

"I know I am the last person you want to see right now. I will be out of here in no time" I say removing my hand from his hold, but I fail. Ethan only tightens his grip on my hand.

"Ethan!" I'm astounded that he's preventing me from leaving.

"Mia Regina (My Queen)" Ethan says in a raspy voice, barely audible to the ears. "Please don't leave. I want you to stay," Ethan says, shocking me to the bones with his words.

"I-I-I......." I am lost for words to respond

"I know what you are going to say, but just take a seat, my love. There is a lot I want to tell you," Ethan says, and he tries to sit up.

"You shouldn't stress yourself in your current state," I say and quickly put a pillow behind his back to prevent him from feeling any discomfort.

"I will be fine. Please take a seat, Mi amore," He says, with so much calmness in his voice. It leaves me more confused by the second.

I don't understand why he is so nice to me all of a sudden. Did something happen during the accident to cause him to act the way he is acting now? I slowly sit back down to hear what he has to say. A good minute of silence falls between us before Ethan finally speaks up.

"Adina you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Meeting you was the greatest blessing I have ever had in my life. I don't think there is anyone in this world that is as amazing as you. You are a beautiful woman of great virtue. I don't know what I did to be deserving of such a wonderful woman like you," Ethan says with so much adoration in his words for me. I don't understand what is happening. Why is he saying all these things to me?

"Where are all of these coming from, Ethan?"

"Mi amore I don't know if you can ever find a place to forgive me in that beautiful heart of yours, but I am sorry. I am sorry I did not believe you. I am sorry I did not trust your words over those pictures. I am sorry I was a jerk to you when you were just a victim in all of this. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I am truly sorry for everything I have done. " Ethan says, pleading with me.

"Ouch!" I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

"You are not dreaming my love."

It takes me a whole minute to really believe the words Ethan just said. I can't believe he believes I did not cheat on him. Oh my God, I've prayed for the day when he'll believe me about those pictures, but I'm at a loss for words right now.

"My love, why are you crying?" Ethan says, using his palm to wipe away the few drops of tears that escaped my eyes.

"Because I don't know... I am just so happy you finally realize that I never cheated on you."

"Will you forgive me for all the pain I have caused you?" Ethan says with little hope in his voice that I would

"I do because even though you hurt me. I know I was not the only one who was suffering, so I forgive you, Ethan. "

"Thank you so much, Adina. I don't even know how to express how happy I am that you have forgiven me. I love you, thank you my love" Ethan says, and the only words that ring in my ears are those most precious three words. I LOVE YOU.

I can't believe he said he loves me. Does he really mean it? I can't believe Ethan feels the same way I do. If this is a dream, I'm not sure I want to wake up anytime soon.

"I love you too," I say, expressing all of my feelings. A big smile appears on his face once the words sink into his brain. Could this night get any better? But something isn't adding up for me. Why the sudden change in heart? I am curious to know why.

"Ethan, I have to ask, why do you suddenly believe me? I am happy you do but what made you realize your stepbrother framed me and most importantly, why did he" I say voicing out a thought that has been on my mind since he apologized.

"That is a long story, my love, but I will tell you."