Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 586 - 588

With great care, Jude lifted Layla in his arms. Sophie supported him, making sure he had a secure grip as they made their way back to the shelter. The journey back seemed to stretch on forever, each step laden with a mix of hope and fear.

As they walked, Sophie kept glancing at Layla's pale face, her heart aching for their lost friend. "Jude, do you think she'll be okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"We have to believe she will be," Jude replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "We'll do everything we can to help her."

When they finally reached the shelter, the other wives gathered around, their expressions a mixture of shock and concern. Nefertari, who had been closest to Layla, was the first to react. "Is it really her?" she asked, her voice breaking.

Jude nodded, carefully laying Layla down on a makeshift bed. "Yes, it's her. We found her on the beach. We need to get her warm and dry."

The group sprang into action, each contributing to the effort to save Layla. Blankets were fetched, and a small fire was lit to provide warmth. Jude checked Layla's vital signs, relieved to find a faint but steady pulse. "She's alive," he confirmed, a sense of hope filling the room.

As the hours passed, the group remained vigilant, tending to Layla with a mix of medical care and heartfelt concern. Jude and Sophie worked side by side, their bond strengthened by the shared experience. They were united in their determination to save their friend.

In a quiet moment, as Layla lay wrapped in blankets and the others took a brief respite, Sophie and Jude found themselves alone by the fire. Sophie looked at Jude, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "Jude, I still can't believe it's her. It's like a miracle."

Jude took her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know. It feels like a second chance, like fate brought her back to us for a reason."

Sophie leaned against him, drawing comfort from his presence. "I just hope she wakes up. I can't bear the thought of losing her again."

Jude kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering in a tender gesture. "We'll do everything we can, Sophie. She's strong, and so are we. Together, we'll help her recover."

As they sat there, the fire crackling softly, a sense of peace settled over them. The island, with its mysteries and challenges, had once again proven to be a place of unexpected miracles. Jude and Sophie held onto that hope, their hearts united in their love for each other and their commitment to their friends.

The night deepened, the stars twinkling above like silent guardians. Layla remained unconscious, but the steady rise and fall of her chest offered a promise of recovery. Jude and Sophie took turns keeping watch, their spirits buoyed by the belief that Layla would wake and rejoin their family.

In the early hours of the morning, as the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Jude sat by Layla's side, holding her hand. He glanced at Sophie, who had fallen asleep nearby, her face peaceful in repose. A profound sense of gratitude washed over him, for Sophie, for their life on the island, and for the chance to reunite with Layla.

Jude whispered a silent prayer, his heart filled with hope and determination. "Please, Layla, come back to us," he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. "We need you. I need you."

As the first rays of sunlight touched the shelter, a sense of renewed purpose filled the air. The challenges they faced were many, but so were the bonds of love and friendship that united them. Jude knew that together, they could overcome anything.

And so, with the dawn of a new day, Jude and Sophie embraced the hope that lay before them. Layla's return was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a reminder that even in the face of the unknown, love and determination could light the way. As they watched over Layla, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together, strong, united, and bound by the unbreakable ties of love and friendship.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Jude and Sophie remained by Layla's side, their hearts heavy with hope and anxiety. They had spent the night tending to her, ensuring she was warm and comfortable. The rest of the wives had taken turns watching over her, their collective concern a testament to the bond they shared.

Jude, exhausted but determined, gently squeezed Layla's hand. "Come on, Layla," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of encouragement and desperation. "We need you to wake up."

Sophie, sitting nearby, stirred from her light sleep. She rubbed her eyes and leaned forward, her expression softening as she looked at Layla. "Do you think she'll wake up soon?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.

Jude nodded, though uncertainty clouded his mind. "I hope so. She's been through a lot, but she's strong. She'll come back to us."

As if responding to their voices, Layla's eyelids began to flutter. Her breathing grew slightly more pronounced, and her fingers twitched in Jude's hand. Sophie gasped, a hopeful smile spreading across her face. "Jude, look! She's waking up!"

Jude's heart pounded as he watched Layla's eyes slowly open. Her gaze was unfocused at first, a distant, bewildered look clouding her features. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

"Layla?" Jude said softly, leaning closer. "Can you hear me? It's Jude."

Layla's eyes flickered with a hint of recognition, but her brow furrowed in confusion. "Where... where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

Sophie leaned in, her tone gentle and soothing. "You're safe, Layla. We're on the island. Do you remember anything?"

Layla put both her hands on her head and started thinking…