After she fainted, Victor was overcome with worry. He rushed toward her and gently carried her to the bed, his hands trembling as he wiped the sweat from her forehead. He ran to get a glass of water and lightly sprinkled it on her face, fear tightening around his heart.
"Emma... please, wake up. I can't bear to see you like this," he whispered, voice shaky as he looked at her pale face.
After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but the room was spinning. Despite the exhaustion weighing her down, she attempted to stand and leave the room.
But before she could move, Victor rushed to her, pulling her into a fierce embrace, tears pouring down his face.
"Emma, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't leave me..." he cried, his voice cracking with pain.
Then suddenly, something unexpected happened. Emma looked into his eyes, and the distance between them disappeared. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips. That single moment carried all the longing, heartbreak, and silent emotions they had both bottled up for so long. Victor felt like life had been breathed back into him.
He stood still in shock for a second before wrapping his arms around her and responding with all the love he'd been holding in. It was a deep, emotional kiss that said everything their words couldn't.
After they pulled away, Victor looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Emma. For everything."
She smiled faintly and replied, "But how long will you keep apologizing?"
He lowered his head, a storm of guilt and sorrow brewing inside him. Before he could say a word, Emma wrapped her arms around him again, holding him tightly, as if trying to make up for all the lost time. She whispered into his ear, "I'm sorry, too... for not letting you explain, for not giving you a chance."
After this long-awaited reconciliation, Emma stood and headed to the bathroom to change her clothes. Victor, now in his pajama pants, had left his shirt aside and lay on the bed. When she walked out, he looked at her and said softly, "Come here... please."
She ran to him, lying beside him on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"I missed you so much," he murmured with his eyes closed.
"I missed you too," she replied with a gentle smile.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they slowly drifted into peaceful sleep, far away from everything except the warmth of each other, in a moment full of calm and love.
Meanwhile, Camila was at home, desperately trying to call Victor. His phone was on silent. Days had passed since their last conversation, and her worry was growing. She had no idea if he was okay, and fear gripped her chest.
Suddenly, her condition worsened. The symptoms surged violently through her body, and with a cry of agony, she screamed.
Jacob rushed to her, panic on his face. He realized something was seriously wrong. Camila looked at him with weak, trembling eyes and said:
"I... the ba—"
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To be continued...
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