Never Hurt You
Remi’s POV
“I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” I said.
“Mummy, you’re still screaming,” Laura mumbled, her tiny hands wrapped around my arm as she perched comfortably on my lap.
Larry didn’t say anything. He just pressed his head gently against my shoulder, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real either.
“Oh. Sorry. Side effects,” I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the dizzy spell that always came after the loud outbursts. My vision blurred for a second, and I instinctively gripped the edge of the bed.
Cedric—my father—was seated in the recliner beside me, arms folded, a ridiculous grin on his face like he’d just won a lottery ticket he didn’t know he’d entered.
“That’s your fault,” he said smugly, wagging a finger. “That scream came from your mother. Trust me. You both act like the world is ending over everything. Drama queens.”
I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “I didn’t get the drama from you?”
He gasped, clutched his chest. “Excuse you, madam. I am an emotionally balanced man of high caliber.”
“You’re a glorified mobster who cries over heartbreak.”
Cedric pointed at me like he wanted to argue but just laughed instead. That loud, carefree laugh that I never imagined I’d ever hear from him again—let alone because of me.
The hospital room was plain, clinical, and too white for comfort, but somehow it felt warmer with the kids huddled beside me, and Cedric ranting about things I could barely keep up with.
He had been filling me in on everything.
And I mean everything.
From the moment I lost consciousness to the chaos that followed, he didn’t spare a single detail.
“You should’ve seen how that Gigi girl ran,” he said with a wicked grin. “Face covered like she had leprosy. And that snake Lucious? Beating up his own little partner like he was swatting a fly. Dumped her on the road like a trash bag.”
I blinked. “Wait. What?”
“Yep. Gigi. Your darling Rowan’s ex-fiancée—well, technically. She tried to ruin him, got burned instead. Lucious used her then tossed her when she stopped being useful. Classic villain crap.”
I didn’t know what shocked me more—that Cedric was gossiping with me like a market woman or that the people who nearly destroyed my life were literally falling apart.
“And Lucious?” I asked softly.
Cedric leaned back, eyes suddenly more serious. “Gone. Shot himself. Couldn’t handle the fall.”
“Oh…” I exhaled, unable to process that just yet.
The silence lingered. Then Cedric muttered under his breath, “Coward.”
I almost laughed again. This man was chaos. But… he was also my father. And weirdly, he was trying.
But even in all the warmth, I couldn’t ignore the side effects.
The screaming wasn’t just excitement. It happened when I was startled. My body reacted like it was still trapped in the crash. My brain couldn’t always process fast enough.
Sometimes, I forgot basic things. A word. A name. A date.
It felt like my thoughts were being filtered through cotton.
And the headaches…
They came in waves. Like claws scraping the inside of my skull.
The doctors said there was trauma to the left side of my brain. Some swelling. A few glass shards had gotten too close to my eye socket—but they managed to save it. Still, my vision blurred sometimes. The light felt too bright.
It was a miracle I could walk. Speak. Remember the names that mattered most.
Or so I thought.
Because just then—
The door burst open.
Hard. Like someone couldn’t wait.
I flinched automatically, hands gripping Laura and Larry tighter. Cedric stood up halfway, startled.
And then I saw him.
Rowan.
Tall. Sharp-eyed. Almost breathless. Like he had run across the entire city to get here. His eyes found me instantly, and they didn’t blink.
His chest rose and fell like he had been holding his breath for a week straight.
“Remi…” he said, voice thick.
His eyes glistened.
I stared at him.
Felt the same twisting in my gut I’d felt before. The one that used to mean safety. Warmth.
But now?
Now, all I could feel was confusion.
I tilted my head slightly, blinking through the blur.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “Do I… know you?”
His face broke.
Not just cracked—broke.
Rowan staggered a step back like I’d slapped him. His eyes—those deep, unreadable eyes—suddenly became a mirror of chaos.
His lips parted, but nothing came out. His hands shook like leaves caught in a storm, and he looked down at them like he didn’t recognize his own body.
“They said…” he started, voice rasping. “They told me you asked for me.”
I blinked again.
“But now… now you don’t—” He sucked in a breath, jaw clenched. “Oh. Oh, it’s fine. I get it. I…”
He stopped talking.
He had to.
Because if he didn’t, he would break right in front of me.
His hands curled into fists. His eyes shut tightly.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
I smiled. “Oh, Rowan.”
He looked up.
I tilted my head again, my lips twitching. “I just wanted to tease you but seeing that you were shaking and stuttering, I couldn't.”
There was silence.
Then the kids gasped.
“WHAT?” Rowan almost dropped to the floor, staggering forward like he was going to combust. “Remi—”
I reached out at the same time the twins slid off my lap.
And then he was holding me.
Arms wrapped around me like he thought I’d vanish again. Like if he didn’t grip me hard enough, he’d lose me all over.
And just like that, the tears came.
One slow tear rolled down my cheek and soaked into his collar.
“I missed you,” I whispered.
“I missed you more.” Rowan replied. “I missed you so much. I thought you forgot about me.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me.
My lips stretched into a smile. “Its my good karma of saving people with brain problems, my brain was protected from losing memories. I even thought you would have forgotten about me.”
His thumb brushed under my eye. “I could never. Not in a thousand lives, Remi.”
And then he kissed me.
Soft at first. Like he was scared I’d pull away.
But I didn’t.
God, I didn’t.
Because even with the pain, the confusion, the fragments of missing time… this—him—felt like home.
Behind us, Laura groaned. “Ewww.”
Larry sighed. “Shhh. Did you forget? We are the original creators of this love story.”
I broke the kiss with a soft laugh, tucking my head against Rowan’s chest.
His arms didn’t loosen.
Not even when Cedric’s voice echoed behind us.
“Separate. SEPARATE. Children are here, you maniacs.”
Rowan didn’t budge.
He just grinned and kissed my neck instead, and I sucked in a breath.
Then he leaned closer, mouth brushing my ear.
“I remember,” he whispered. “I remember everything.”
I froze.
My fingers gripped the back of his shirt.
I didn’t know why, but a sudden fear clawed at my chest. What if remembering meant going back? What if the old Rowan—the cold, cruel version—was returning?
But then he held my hand gently.
Brought it to his chest.
And spoke low, soft, honest—
“I regret it. Every single thing. And I never stopped thinking about you, Remi. Not for a second. You’re the o
ne for me. Always have been. I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. I’d rather cut my own limb than do that.”
I let out a shaky breath.
And kissed him.
Because I believed him.
Because… I loved him.
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