Few days later after feeling better,

I decided to go home because it's no fun staying at such a boring place like the hospital.

I didn’t wait for fanfare or nurses send-off, I just walked myself out of here, head high and spine straight—even if my ribs still ached with every breath.

Shane offered to drive me home, of course. Hell, he wanted to watch me sleep for the next seven days straight. But I told him I needed space.

Revenge was romantic, sure. But recovery? That was ...