Chapter 3 - Remembering The Cold ICU Room And Silent Nights
Julian closed his eyes, flashes of the agonizing coma cutting through his memory like jagged shards of glass.
He remembered the endless beeping of the heart monitor echoing through the sterile intensive care unit.
He remembered the profound, chilling loneliness of feeling like his entire life was slipping away into the dark.
And through it all, he remembered a soft, warm hand holding his calloused fingers when his own family vanished.
“I sat by your bedside for forty-two straight days while your fiancé planned destination parties in Miami,” the maid said softly.
“When the billing department threatened to cut off your life support, I signed as your emergency proxy.”
Julian’s breath hitched in his throat as the horrifying magnitude of Chloe’s deception finally washed over him.
He had rewarded the woman who abandoned him with a multi-million-dollar wedding and a sprawling suburban estate.
Meanwhile, the woman who literally saved his life had been reduced to cleaning up champagne spills at his reception.
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“Why didn't you tell me the truth when we ran into each other last month?” Julian asked, tears blurring his vision.
“Because you looked happy, Julian, and I thought love was supposed to heal you, not trap you,” she replied honestly.
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