FAZER LOGINADRIENNE’S POV I had barely finished my morning rounds when I opened the hospital security report again. The faint trace of disinfectant on the blackmailer’s photographs had stayed in my mind for days. It could have meant nothing, but I had learned not to ignore small details when someone was deliberately hiding the truth. “Doctor Adrienne, are you looking for something specific?” the security supervisor asked, standing beside my desk with a tablet in his hand and a cautious expression on his face. “I need access records for restricted staff information,” I replied, keeping my voice low. “Not patient files. Staff schedules, employment records, private contact details, anything that requires special permission.” The supervisor frowned. “Why do you need that information?” I slid a written request toward him. “Because someone may be using hospital access to gather information about one of our doctors. I don’t want the staff alerted yet. If the person knows we’re watching, they’ll st
EMILIA’S POV The club looked exactly as I remembered it, loud music shaking the walls, colored lights flashing across the crowded room, and strangers laughing as though nothing terrible had ever happened. I stood outside Justin’s office, reminding myself that I had not returned to relive the past. I was there because someone was using that past against me, and I needed answers. Justin looked up when I entered, surprise crossing his face before concern replaced it. He pushed the papers on his desk aside and leaned forward. “Emilia, what are you doing here? You should have called first.” I closed the door behind me, keeping my expression calm while studying his reaction. “I wanted to speak privately, Justin. This couldn’t wait.” He pointed toward the chair opposite him, his eyes moving over my face as though searching for an explanation. “You look worried. Is something wrong?” I sat down, keeping my handbag tightly against my lap. “Someone has been blackmailing me,” I answered, watc
EMILIA’S POV I told myself Adrienne’s distance was necessary, that I had no right to complain when I was the one refusing to make a decision. Still, knowing something was necessary did not make it hurt less. His silence followed me everywhere, filling the spaces between my thoughts and making even the busiest hospital corridor feel strangely empty. At work, I caught myself looking for him without meaning to. I glanced toward his office whenever I passed the doctors’ wing, slowed down near the consultation rooms, and listened for his voice during morning rounds. Each time I remembered he would not be waiting for me, something inside my chest tightened. “Are you looking for someone?” Janet asked, appearing beside me with a file pressed against her stomach, her curious eyes following the direction of my gaze. “No,” I answered too quickly, adjusting the papers in my hands. “I was only checking whether Doctor Williams had arrived.” Janet raised one eyebrow. “Doctor Williams is in the
ADRIENNE’S POV Adrienne noticed Emilia before she noticed him. She stood near the nurses’ station, holding a patient file against her chest while pretending to listen to Janet. Her eyes kept moving toward his office, waiting for him to look up. He did not. He forced himself to remain focused on the report in front of him, even though he had already read the same sentence four times without understanding it. “Doctor Adrienne, the laboratory results for room twelve are ready,” Janet informed him, placing the file on his desk with a careful smile, but her eyes moved between him and Emilia as if she could feel the tension neither of them was willing to explain. “Thank you, Janet. Please leave them here, and remind the nurses to monitor the patient’s temperature every two hours,” Adrienne instructed, keeping his voice calm while he avoided looking at the doorway where Emilia had finally turned away. He had not stopped caring about her. That was the problem. If he had stopped caring, d
EMILIA’S POV Adrienne’s question stayed between us, even after he stopped speaking. I looked down at my wrist, then at our hands resting on the table. “You want to know why I stay,” I whispered, trying to find the right words. Adrienne nodded quietly, giving me enough time to speak without forcing the answer from me. “It is not because I enjoy being unhappy,” I continued, rubbing my fingers together. “And it is not because I think everything Richard does is right. He helped me, Adrienne. When I had nothing, when I could barely survive, he was the person who gave me a chance.” Adrienne remained silent, his eyes fixed on me. I swallowed hard. “I wanted to become a doctor, but I had no money. My family was struggling, and I worked whenever I could, but the money was never enough. School fees, books, accommodation, feeding, everything kept getting more expensive. I was beginning to believe my dream would never happen.” “And Richard came into your life then?” Adrienne asked gently, le
ADRIENNE’S POV Emilia stayed through the night, sleeping on my couch after crying herself empty. I barely slept because I kept checking on her, making sure she was comfortable without disturbing her. By morning, she was sitting at the kitchen counter, wearing one of my shirts, her hair loose around her face, and trying to pretend the previous night had not happened. “Do you want coffee?” I asked, opening the cupboard while watching her from the corner of my eye. Emilia nodded slowly. “Yes, please. I think I need something strong.” Her voice sounded rough from crying, but she tried to hide it. I poured the coffee into a mug and placed it in front of her. She reached for the cup, and her sleeve slid down her wrist. That was when I saw the faint bruise. It was not dark enough to look fresh, but the shape was clear, a narrow mark wrapping around the delicate skin like fingers had pressed there too tightly. My hand stopped halfway toward the sugar bowl. “Emilia, what happened to your







