LOGINBrad's POVWhile I was with Nicole after she had suggested that she needs to do something with regards to what Bianca displayed before she left, I was fully in support of that. Because, I know fully well that I might not be able to handle this regarding my state of mind at the moment.The room felt quieter after Bianca's dramatic exit. Too quiet, maybe. Like the kind of silence that forces you to think about things you've been avoiding. And right now, there was something I'd been avoiding for days.Abruptly I was lost in thought as the one thought flashed back right in my mind again; which was the thoughts that I had noticed that Nicole right here hasn't always been visiting like the way I heard she did while I was in coma and the few days before the day I had noticed she walked out here while my mum and Bianca were almost in the middle of exchanging words.I tried to piece it together in my head but the timeline didn't match. The doctors mentioned her name constantly. The nurses spok
Nicole's POV"I am out of here." Bianca blurted and left just Brad and I.The moment Bianca left, slamming the door right behind her, the sound echoed through the hospital room in a way that felt almost theatrical. Like she wanted us to feel the weight of her exit or something of that nature.Honestly, I began to think that Bianca was only acting up. Let's say trying to play a victim when there was obviously no need for that in the first place. If there is one thing I learnt lately with the little experience I have had, is to smell rats from a distance when I sense one. And everything Bianca just played out screamed ‘suspicious.’I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, my mind replaying everything that just happened. The way her voice had risen. The way she clutched that bag like it held state secrets. The way she couldn't just hand over those papers.Anyone would have thought the same. I mean, it's as easy as anything.You are asking someone to sign something and it's
Bianca’s POV“Just give her the papers,” Brad requested. “If it’s nothing, then there’s no issue.”That single sentence felt heavier than I expected.My smile tightened immediately, in a way that barely survives on your lips when your mind is already scrambling for exits. Because right now, I feel like I have run out of more excuses to make. My fingers curled slightly around the strap of my bag, instinctively pulling it closer to my body, as if that alone could shield me.Because with the way everything was going now, I could already tell this wasn’t headed anywhere good.And the last thing I wanted was to implicate myself as a result of this.“You don’t understand,” I said quickly, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. Then paused in-between but added immediately. “This isn’t—.” I stuttered as the words stuck halfway.It was as if I lost the sentence completely.Damn it!“Bianca,” Nicole interrupted calmly, her tone steady in a way that irritated me more than shouting ever co
Nicole’s POVI was already halfway to the hospital when it hit me how strange the past week had been.Not strange in a loud way and not dramatic.Let's say, just… quiet.The kind of quiet that sneaks up on you and makes you realize you haven’t been doing something the way you used to.I hadn’t felt that familiar pull — that urgent need to be by Brad’s side the moment I woke up. And that scared me a little, if I was being honest with myself. Because even though I told myself I was stepping back for peace, even though I convinced myself that Bianca and Mrs. Jasper’s mess wasn’t my kind of mess to clean up, the truth sat stubbornly in my chest.The fact that Brad still needed me.Not because I owed him anything.Not because I was trying to be some kind of hero.But because sometimes, people need help in ways that don’t announce themselves.Melissa had said it clearly to me that i need to show up for Brad even when it’s uncomfortable for me and honestly that's what i feel love is all abou
Brad's POVI was on my bed at the hospital room where I was just having a little reflection, with my gaze fixed to the ceiling. I had noticed that Nicole hasn't always visited like the way I heard she did while I was in coma and the few days before the day I had noticed she walked out here while my mum and Bianca were almost in the middle of exchanging words.I had noticed the uncomfortability she felt that moment she left and after that day, she comes here once in two days, sometimes, once in three days.You know, I had heard that she came here almost everyday while I was in a coma. I have thought of asking her though but then, maybe I was generalizing things and I think it's best I let her be or maybe ask her afterwards.In no time, I heard a slight knock on my door and then simultaneously, the door was pushed open gently.“Hi, Brad,” Bianca said the moment she got in.With that, I turned my head slowly toward her while she walked in. “Hello,” I replied, adjusting myself slightly o
Bianca’s POVAs soon as I woke up the next day, I didn’t need to take so much time overthinking and imagining things right in my head. Everything was already clear in my head. Today wasn’t about emotions or guilt but it was about strategy.So, I dressed up and left for the hospital.I made sure my outfit was simple but neat — nothing too flashy and nothing too careless either, you know. The kind of look that said concerned wife, not woman with an agenda. Because this time, appearances mattered now more than ever.I stopped by a nearby mall on my way to the hospital and bought some food and fruits. Honestly, it wasn’t like I was suddenly that caring. That wasn’t me as I know myself better. But I needed to keep up this act — the act of someone Brad could actually confide in.Someone safe or let's say, someone familiar.Someone he wouldn’t question for anything.As soon as I got to the hospital, I headed straight toward Brad’s room with my shoulders squared and my steps steady. I didn’t







