He Kissed His First Love in Front of My BLIND Eyes-Until I Watched Him Burn Chapter 06

He Kissed His First Love in Front of My BLIND Eyes-Until I Watched Him Burn Chapter 06

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The next day, an anonymous package landed at the right office.

And the news broke, Hawthorne Group was bleeding cash, on the edge of collapse.

It spread through the business world like a virus.

Hawthorne stock tanked. Hundreds of millions gone in one day.

The Hawthorne household went insane.

Cameron’s father had a stroke from the shock-ICU.

Cameron was drowning. Banks calling. Board attacking. And he still had to hunt for his missing first

Me? I moved into a luxury condo Landon arranged for me, officially a “victim.”

Every day I watched the news-Cameron’s haggard face-and my appetite was better than ever.

One afternoon I was trimming flowers on my balcony when the doorbell rang.

I checked the video feed.

I didn’t expect that face.

Cameron.

No idea how he found me.

He looked even worse than on TV. Stubble. Dark circles. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

He just stood there, staring into the camera, ringing the bell over and over. Stubborn as a mule.

I didn’t open the door.

I just watched him through the screen.

From day. To night.

He stood at my door for a full day and night.

Finally, next morning, his body gave out. He swayed, then collapsed like a falling tree.

Cameron was taken to the hospital.

The same one I’d been in.

Exhaustion. Mental breakdown. And he’d stood in the rain all night. High fever. Acute pneumonia.

Landon told me over the phone.

“He keeps calling your name,” Landon said, his voice complicated.

I didn’t answer.

“Sloane… do you want to go see him?”

“See him?” I laughed. “See if he’s dead yet?”

Landon sighed.

I hung up, changed clothes, and went anyway.

Not because I felt sorry for him.

But because the show had just started, and the main character passing out already? That’s boring.

When I got there, Cameron was still unconscious.

He lay in the hospital bed, face flushed with fever, lips cracked, brow tight with pain even in sleep.

I pulled up a chair and sat beside him.

I just looked at him.

The face I’d once loved. And once hated.

Three years ago, I first saw him in my family’s garden. White shirt, standing in the sun, smiling at me.

I thought I’d seen an angel.

Turns out he was a devil in an angel suit.

He destroyed everything-my family, my eyes, my life.

Now it was my turn.

After a while, he woke up.

When his eyes found me, something lit in his foggy gaze.

He struggled to sit up, reaching for me. “Sloane…”

His voice was wrecked.

I didn’t move. I let him grab my hand.

His hand burned like a brand.

“You came…” he whispered, gripping tighter like I might disappear. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me…”

I watched the desperate hope flood his face and almost laughed.

Why would he think-after everything-I’d still have any mercy left?