Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

The heart monitor's shrill alarms pierced the hospital room as Kaiden thrashed violently on the bed, cold sweat soaking through his hospital gown.
"Hold him down!"
"Blood pressure's critical! Get the sedative!"
Ice-cold medication flooded his veins, but his consciousness only became sharper.
The memories that had been deliberately buried crashed over him like a tsunami, dragging him into an inescapable nightmare.
"Help me with this problem?"
Seventeen-year-old Brooklyn sprawled across his desk, her hair brushing his arm, carrying the faint scent of gardenias.
His grip tightened on the pen until ink bled across the paper.
He couldn't stop staring at her slightly pouted lips.
"It's so simple. How can you not understand this?"
He heard his own cold voice, though every cell in his body wanted to pull her closer.
"Come on, teach me!"
She tugged his sleeve playfully, eyes bright as stars.
He shot up so violently his chair scraped against the floor.
"Just look at the answer key."
He fled like a coward, terrified that staying another second would expose the hunger in his eyes.
The scene twisted violently.
"Kaiden! You're smoking again!"
Twenty-year-old Brooklyn burst into his study, snatching the cigarette from his fingers and crushing it in the ashtray.
Her cheeks were flushed with anger, raindrops still clinging to her lashes.
"None of your business."
His voice came out ice-cold, though he couldn't stop staring at her damp lips.
"Of course it's my business!"
She reached up to feel his forehead.
"You had a 102-degree fever last night and you're still smoking?"
His breathing became ragged. He slammed her wrist against the bookshelf.
"Brooklyn."
His voice was terrifyingly hoarse.
"Don't touch men so casually."
She stared at him in confusion, unable to understand why her brother had become so strange.
Memory shifted again.
"The DNA results are in. Alina is our real daughter."
Their father's voice echoed through the living room.
Brooklyn stood frozen, still holding the fruit platter she'd just prepared.
"I... I'll go pack."
Her voice shook as she ran upstairs.
That stormy night, he'd kicked down her door to find a small suitcase already packed.
"Planning to run?"
He grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
"You think changing your identity will let you escape me?"
"You're hurting me..."
Her tears burned against his hand.
"We're not siblings anymore."
He leaned down toward her lips, voice rough with want.
"From now on, use my name."
The most damning memories flooded in.
"Kaiden! Are you insane? We're siblings!"
Brooklyn sobbed, throwing the diamond ring he'd offered. It hit the carpet with a dull thud.
"Not for much longer."
He scooped her up and threw her on the bed, ignoring her fists pounding his shoulders.
"We're going to city hall next week."
"I won't! Let me go!"
Her struggles only fueled his rage.
He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"After everything I've done for you, why do you keep running?"
"Because it's wrong!"
She shook with sobs.
"You're my brother..."
"Shut up!"
He crushed his mouth against hers, swallowing her protests.
The nightmare continued.
"She stole Karina's necklace!"
Alina's shrill voice pulled him into the next scene.
Brooklyn knelt on the floor, her fingers mangled and bloody.
And he—the him without memories—stood in the shadows, completely indifferent.
"Do whatever you want with her."
As he turned to leave, he heard Brooklyn's broken whisper.
"Kaiden..."
That voice held all the trust and love she'd once had for him. And he'd walked away without looking back.
The final scene froze on the wedding altar.
"I don't."
He watched himself abandon Karina in front of everyone and run like a madman.
But when he reached the airport, he only saw a plane disappearing into the sky.
Then suddenly he was on a beach, watching Brooklyn wade barefoot through the waves.
Alistar was tying her jacket strings, his movements gentle as if she were made of spun glass.
"Brooklyn!"
He tried to scream but no sound came.
The ocean breeze carried their conversation.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Your pasta! And maybe I'll make those little cupcakes!"
Reality crashed back.
"Patient's heart rate is erratic!"
"Prep the defibrillator!"
Kaiden convulsed on the hospital bed, tears mixing with sweat on his pillow.
"Patient is having an emotional breakdown!"
"Increase the sedative!"
The drugs finally took hold, his struggles gradually weakening.
In the last moment before darkness claimed him, he heard the doctor's hushed voice.
"Brain scans show hyperactivity in the hippocampus. Looks like memory recovery is imminent..."
"It's actually a miracle..."
And in that darkness, one thought burned through everything else:
I destroyed her. I destroyed the only person who ever loved me.