118. Deangelo is Mine.

Elena.

I couldn't wait to see Deangelo. As I made my way to his room in the hospital, I felt anxious and nervous at the same time. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I had to be strong for him.

When I entered his room, I could see that he was in pain. He was laid on the bed, and he looked so pale and weak. I wanted to rush to his side and hold him, but I knew that was not possible as I would put our secret relationship into the faces of others or something worse could happen and this was not something that was needed at the moment.

But immediately I walked into the hospital room, I could sense something was off. He was awake, and his eyes were open, but they were vacant. It was like he was looking through me instead of at me. I had never seen him like this before. In our relationship, he always looked at me like he loved me, like I was one of the beings that mattered so much to him. But now, it was like he didn't even recognize me. It hurt to see him like this, but I pushed my feelings aside. The most important thing was for him to get better.

I approached him cautiously, not wanting to startle him. I gently took his hand, but he didn't respond. His gaze was still vacant, and I could tell he was struggling to remember something. I tried to talk to him, after I hugged him, but it was like he didn't hear me. It was like I was a stranger to him.

I felt a lump form in my throat, but I refused to cry. I had to be strong for him. I had to help him in any way I could. I tried to make him comfortable, fluffing his pillows and making sure he had everything he needed. But it was hard to see him like this, knowing that he may not remember our time together. I stayed in the room for a while, hoping that something would jog his memory. But it was no use. He just looked everywhere else and even when he looked my way, it was blank, like I was just a face in the crowd.

It was painful, but I reminded myself that he needed time to heal. The doctors had warned us that he might have lost some memories due to the trauma he had experienced. What I did not understand however was the fact that I was part of the memories that disappeared. I just hoped that with time, his memory would come back.

I knew I couldn't stay with here for long with the atmosphere, so I reluctantly left the room, feeling a weight in my chest. As I walked out, I couldn't help but think about how different things were now. Our relationship had been going so well, and I was falling in love with him more and more each day. But now, it was like I didn't even exist to him.

Despite the hurt and confusion, I knew that I had to be there for him. Even if he didn't remember me, I would still be there to support him and help him through his recovery. The most important thing was for him to get better, and I was willing to do anything to make that happen.

I waited behind till everyone went home, my heart heavy with worry and uncertainty. I needed to see Deangelo alone, to be near him and speak more with him, but Sofia was not leaving his side for even a second. I tried to reason with her, to ask for a few moments alone with him, but she refused, telling me to get out in a very rude manner that shocked me because Deangelo was right there, hearing him speak to me so rudely yet he acted like it was none of his business. He was simply lying in the hospital bed, looking so different from the man I knew. He was silent, his eyes distant and unfocused. I couldn't understand why he was not saying anything to Sofia, to stop her from throwing me out.

I even watched them as they acted weird, things like Sofia touching his forehead and all that, it caused my heart to ache. I couldn't believe that just a few hours ago, we were planning our future together, and now, everything had changed. Deangelo was now like a stranger to me, and I didn't know how to deal with it.

The nurse soon came in and ushered us out again, including Sofia this time. When I finally left the hospital, I found myself arguing with Sofia all the way home. I was angry and hurt that she had refused to let me see him,

"What's wrong with you, Sofia? Why won't you let me talk to him?" I asked, feeling frustrated.

"He needs someone he knows by his side. He doesn't need strangers bothering him," Sofia replied sharply.

"But you know that I am not a stranger! I've been taking care of his children for months now," I shot back.

Sofia rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter. He doesn't remember you. Can't you see that? And why on earth does a mere nanny want alone time with the alpha? Just because he gave you so much chance to be so close to him before, you think you have some sort of special relationship or something, stop being so delusional, Elena. I would wake up from that stupidity this instant if I were you cos guess what, Deangelo is mine, it is time for you to accept that reality instead of being so meddlesome!" She said, walking away from me.