It’s not my fault.

Giving his words of advice, Michael turned to leave. His footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor. Left alone, Delyth bit her lip as frustration simmered beneath the surface. She had wanted to celebrate her small victory, but Michael's words gnawed at her, reminding her of the truth she was trying to ignore —Ryan wasn't doing this just for her. 

She might have forced herself to believe otherwise, but deep down, she knew that behind it all, his only real intention was to get Arwen back beside him. 

"Why, Ryan? Why?" Delyth's fingers clenched tightly around the sheets. "Arwen has finally left you for good. Why can't you leave her too? Didn't you say that you don't love her? Then what is this obsession? Why are you so obsessed with him? Why?"