LOGINBianca’s POVI was at Brad’s house — my house too, technically — since we officially got contract-married. Even though I hardly stayed here anymore since he had been in the hospital, the place still answered to my presence. At least on paper.The room smelled faintly like him. Clean and all masculine.I had practically searched every corner of his bedroom, bending down, opening drawers, pulling files out, stacking them back in frustration — all to no avail.“Oh shit,” I grunted under my breath, straightening slowly as irritation crawled up my spine.If wishes were horses, who would ride on them?I had gone through every file in his book drawer, one after the other. Training schedules, sponsorship documents, medical reports and old contracts that meant nothing to me. I actually know that once I laid my hands on a tangible document, something real or let's say, anything solid, then I would find a way to make him sign it.Especially now…now that he didn’t remember much from the past.Kno
Brad’s POV“How are you doing today, Mr. Brad Jasper?” the therapist asked the moment he walked in for the morning session in my room at the hospital.I shifted slightly on the chair, adjusting myself the way they’d taught me to do that in a slow movement and nothing rushed. I noticed I still did things carefully, like my body didn’t trust itself fully yet. Honestly, not being able to remember from my past tends to give me so much concern but then, I just need to live with it, knowing that it won't last forever like the doctors always said to me.“I’m… okay,” I finally answered. “At least, I think I am.”He smiled, the easy kind that didn’t feel forced. Dr. Reynolds had that effect on people. He never rushed his questions or filled silence with noise. He let things sit until you were ready to talk.“That’s a fair answer,” he said, settling into the chair opposite me. “Better than pretending you’re great when you’re not.”I gave a small nod. “Some days feel clearer than others.”“And t
Nicole’s POVBy the time I was almost home, my chest felt tight in a way that had nothing to do with the walk and everything to do with what I’d just left behind.The hospital doors had barely closed behind me before the noise in my head started again. Bianca’s voice. Mrs Jasper’s sharp tone. The look on Brad’s face—confused, caught between people who seemed to know more about his life than he did.I pulled my phone out of my bag and called Mellisa before I could overthink it.I couldn’t afford to be alone with my thoughts tonight.She picked up on the second ring. “Nicole?”“I’m on my way home,” I said, trying to sound steady. “Can you… can you come over?”There was a pause, short but telling. “Of course. I just got back from work. I’ll be there in a bit.”By the time I got home, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my bag on the couch, my head was already throbbing. I barely had time to change before I heard a knock at the door.Mellisa walked in with that familiar look of concern she w
Mrs. Jasper’s POVI couldn’t hide the shock that washed through me the moment I walked into Brad’s hospital room and the first person my eyes settled on was Bianca.For a second, I honestly thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.She stood there too comfortably for someone who had avoided this place for two whole months. Her posture was straight, her hair neat and her expression arranged — not the look of a lady who had rushed here out of concern, but one who had rehearsed her entrance.Brad was awake, leaning slightly against the pillows, his gaze shifting between faces like someone still trying to piece together a puzzle with missing parts. And there she was, right in front of him, claiming space she had not earned.My voice cut through the tension, interrupting whatever was happening right there. “Oh! Who do we have here?” I said, unable to stop myself. “So, you finally decided to come see Brad, right?”After a little while, Bianca turned slowly, like she had been expecting tha
Bianca’s POVI didn’t expect my chest to tighten the moment I stepped into the hospital.Although not necessarily because I cared.But the fact that the hospitals had a way of stripping pretenses bare. You know…the silence, the smell and the way everything felt like it was waiting on bad news.I squared my shoulders anyway.This was not the time to feel anything.At the receptionist desk, I said Brad’s name calmly, confidently — like someone who belonged there. A nurse glanced up, checked a screen, then nodded and pointed me toward the ward without asking questions.Good!That was exactly how this was supposed to go.When I pushed the door open, the first thing I noticed was the machines. The soft beeping and the low hum. The bed in the center of the room where Brad was lying.And then I saw Nicole.She was seated beside the bed, slightly leaned forward, her hand resting near Brad’s arm like it had always been there. Not dramatic…not theatrical. But it all felt all present.Something
Bianca’s POVJust as the call came in, interrupting my moment with my man friend, Josh, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I had just settled into the comfort of distraction — the kind that made me forget that Brad Jasper even existed, not alone he was battling with coma at the hospital or whatever they call it.But the moment I glanced at the screen and saw Mrs. Jasper's number flashing back at me right on my phone's screen, I almost hissed. My first instinct was to ignore it completely.Then another thought slid in my head immediately.What if she's calling because of the money?I straightened slightly and waved a warning finger at Josh.“I need to take this call,” I said under my breath. “Please don’t say a word till I’m done. I don’t want the caller to know that I’m with someone.”He raised a brow but nodded anyway, leaning back like he was settling in to watch a show.I picked the call quickly and placed it to my ear.“Is the money ready?” I asked immediately, without a preamble.The







