His Perfect Trap, My Perfect Revenge

Chapter 26

A year had passed, and Chelsea's life was finally coming together—including her relationship with Alaric. When he confessed his feelings again, this time, she said yes. After twenty-seven years of waiting, he finally got the answer he'd longed for.

But just as Alaric arrived at her family's home to discuss wedding plans, everything derailed. Michaela showed up, desperation written all over her face.

"Chelsea, I'm begging you—please, go see my brother!"

Michaela dropped to her knees at the villa entrance, bowing her head so hard it hit the pavement.

"Everything back then—the drugs, those men—it was all me! My brother had nothing to do with it! If anyone should pay, let it be me. But please, go see him. You're the only one who can save him now!"

Chelsea stood frozen, her brow furrowed as she watched Michaela sob like her life depended on it. In the end, she agreed to return to the U.S. with her.

She never expected the next time she saw Magnus would be in a hospital bed, pale and barely breathing. The emotions swirling inside her weren't love or hate—just something painfully complicated.

"What happened?" she finally asked, pulling Michaela aside.

The truth spilled out.

After bringing Sabrina back from overseas, Magnus couldn't institutionalize her immediately—she was pregnant. So, he kept her under watch at home. But fate had other plans.

Sabrina gave birth, but the baby was stillborn. Already unstable, she completely shattered after that, and the Colons had no choice but to commit her to a psychiatric hospital.

Then, just recently, on his way to work, Magnus was attacked by someone from Sabrina's past. The assailant was caught, but Magnus was left critically injured—unconscious, with no will to live.

"Chelsea, I didn't want to drag you into this," Michaela whispered, her voice trembling. "I know you and Alaric are about to get married… but the doctors said if someone he cares about is here, it might wake him up. A miracle, maybe."

"I had nowhere else to turn. So I came to you."

She started to drop to her knees again, but Chelsea caught her this time.

Her gaze drifted back to Magnus.

No matter how much he'd hurt her, she couldn't just let him die.

She called Alaric to explain, then stayed.

Days blurred into weeks, the only sound in the room the steady beep of machines. But she didn't leave.

Then, one month later, as she wiped his hands with a damp towel, his fingers twitched.

"Doctor! Doctor!" she shouted, bolting into the hallway.

The medical team rushed in. After a thorough exam, the doctor delivered the news they'd all been praying for.

"It's a miracle. Mr. Colon is stabilizing."

Michaela nearly collapsed with relief, gripping Chelsea's hands. "Thank you. Thank you."

No more words were needed—just quiet sobs and a tight embrace.

Time passed in hushed stillness.

Then, on the fifth day after he first stirred, Magnus finally opened his eyes.

Blinking against the harsh hospital lights, the first thing he saw was Chelsea, asleep beside him, her head resting near his side.

A faint smile touched his lips.

In his dreams, it had been her voice that pulled him back from the darkness.

Slowly, he reached out, his hand settling gently on her head, fingers threading through her hair.

And for the first time in so long, his heart felt warm again.