Chapter 57

### Max's POV.

Graduation day should have been one of the happiest days of my life. Instead, it was a day filled with a strange, empty sadness. As I sat in the crowd, waiting for my name to be called, I couldn't stop thinking about Kenzy. She had been everything to me, and now it felt like she was nothing but a stranger. The words she had said, the secrets she had kept—it all felt like a betrayal.

"Kenzy never loved me," I whispered to myself, my heart heavy. "She's the reason Diana is dead, and she hid it all from me."

When my name was called, I walked across the stage, accepting my diploma with a forced smile. My mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment, every conversation, and every sign I had missed. After the ceremony, I tried to mingle with my friends and family, but it was all a blur. The joy of graduation was overshadowed by the weight of my heartbreak. My sister had asked me several times if all is well, i kept reassuring her that i was okay.

As I was about to leave, my phone rang. It was Cherry. "Max, you need to come to the hospital. Kenzy's in bad shape," she said, her voice trembling.

"Cherry, I... I can't keep doing this. I'm breaking up with her," I said, trying to muster the strength to end it.

"Max, please," Cherry pleaded. "Just come to the hospital. She needs you."

Reluctantly, I agreed. When I arrived at the hospital, Cherry met me in the lobby, her eyes red from crying. "She's in critical condition," she said, leading me to Kenzy's room.

A doctor approached us, his expression grave. "Mr. Kenzy took a significant overdose of painkillers. She already had a pre-existing heart condition, and the drugs have caused her heart to fail faster than we anticipated. She's in desperate need of a heart transplant."

My world spun. "What? How... how bad is it?"

"The overdose accelerated her heart failure," the doctor explained. "Her heart can't pump blood efficiently, leading to a condition called cardiogenic shock. We've stabilized her for now, but she needs a heart transplant to survive."

I felt like I was suffocating. I glanced at Cherry, who was silently sobbing. "Is there any other option?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.

"Without a transplant, her chances are very slim," the doctor said. "We've placed her on the transplant list, but it could take time to find a match."

I entered Kenzy's room, my heart breaking at the sight of her. She looked so fragile, so unlike the vibrant person I had fallen in love with. Machines beeped and whirred around her, keeping her alive. I took a seat next to her bed, holding her hand gently.

"Kenzy," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you keep all this from me?"

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. "Max... I'm so sorry," she managed to say, her voice weak.

"Shh, don't talk," I said, tears streaming down my face. "Just focus on getting better."

Days turned into a blur as I sat by Kenzy's side, praying for a miracle. The doctors did everything they could to keep her stable, but time was running out. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her, despite everything that had happened. During that time i had contacted kenzys father, i told him about her delicate condition.

Finally, one evening, the doctor came in with news. "We've found a donor," he said. "It's a match. We need to prepare her for surgery immediately."

Relief and fear washed over me in equal measure. "Will she make it?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"The surgery is risky, but it's her best chance," the doctor replied.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to Kenzy's forehead. "You have to fight, Kenzy. Please, come back to me."

And yes, kenzy had to be stubborn and signed refusing to accept any transplant.

I had gone out to get some fresh air and eat only to get a call that kenzy had become unconscious.

Racing to the hospital, dread coiled in my chest. When I arrived, Cherry and I stood outside Kenzy's room, unsure of what lay ahead. The sight of Kenzy lying unconscious, tubes and wires snaking around her, filled me with a helplessness I'd never known.

I reached for her hand, hoping my touch would offer even a fraction of comfort. "Kenzy, please wake up," I whispered, my voice cracking with unshed tears. "You can't leave me like this."

Hours stretched into eternity as we waited, the hospital buzzing with the sterile hum of machines and the muffled whispers of nurses. Each passing moment deepened the ache in my chest.

Then, like a beacon in the darkness, Mr. Williams arrived. His face, etched with worry and anguish, mirrored my own. "Kenzy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he approached her bedside.

Suddenly, Kenzy's eyes flew open, wild with panic. She struggled for breath, her chest heaving in a desperate rhythm. "Dad," she gasped, her voice raw with fear. "I can't... I can't breathe."

Mr. Williams grasped her hand, his voice gentle yet urgent. "Kenzy, sweetheart, stay with us. You need to fight," he pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears.

The doctor rushed in, her expression grim. "We need to perform emergency surgery. Her heart is failing," she announced, her tone brooking no argument.

Kenzy's eyes widened in terror, her hand clutching her father's with desperate strength. "No, Dad, I can't... I don't want..." she stammered, panic seizing her voice.

Mr. Williams turned to the doctor, his voice wavering but determined. "Do whatever it takes to save her," he said firmly, slipping a wad of bills into her hand.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between Kenzy and the money in her palm. Finally, she nodded curtly. "Prepare the OR," she ordered, her resolve firm.

As they wheeled Kenzy towards surgery, I felt a whirlwind of emotions — fear, anger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. Cherry held onto my arm, her presence a lifeline in the storm.

The hours crawled by like an eternity. Every passing minute stretched my nerves thinner, until I felt like I would shatter into a million pieces. I paced the hospital corridors, praying for a miracle.

Finally, the surgeon emerged from the operating room, her expression inscrutable. "We managed to stabilize her," she announced, her voice tinged with weariness. "But it was touch and go."

Relief washed over me in a dizzying wave. Kenzy had made it through surgery. I rushed to her bedside, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. "Kenzy," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're going to be okay."

She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. Weakly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I squeezed her hand gently. "I love you, Kenzy," I confessed, the weight of my emotions pouring out in those three simple words.

The hospital room filled with a fragile peace. Cherry quietly slipped out, leaving us alone in our shared vigil. I stayed by Kenzy's side, my heart brimming with love and determination.

In the days that followed, Kenzy's recovery was slow but steady. Each moment spent by her bedside was a gift I cherished, a testament to the strength of our love. We talked for hours, sharing our hopes and dreams for the future.

But sadly i had made the decision to leave for Germany soon.