LOGINMrs. 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
Mrs. Jasper’s POV“Doctor, you mean Brad went into amnesia as a result of the coma?” I said, unable to hide the crack that slipped into my voice despite my best efforts.I had returned to the hospital with relief still sitting heavy in my chest after hearing that Brad had finally opened his eyes. That alone had felt like a miracle. But standing in the doctor’s office now, listening to the rest of the explanation, the relief slowly unraveled into something colder and sharper.“Yes,” the doctor replied calmly. “Some cases present like this. Post-traumatic amnesia is not unusual after a prolonged coma, especially when there has been head trauma.”I lowered myself into the chair opposite him, suddenly unsure of my legs.He continued, reading my silence. “Like it’s proven medically, there are still chances that he will regain his memories. This isn’t permanent in most cases. But recovery will depend on several factors.”I leaned forward slightly. “Factors like what?”“Consistency. Emotiona
Nicole’s POVI noticed the slight uneasiness on the doctor and the nurses’ faces at a particular time while they were examining Brad, but I couldn’t place my head around what it was exactly. I think something was off as their facial expressions said it all — that silent exchange between medical professionals when they’ve just discovered something they don’t want to reveal too quickly.But whatever it was, I knew I’d hear it soon.When they finished the examination and stepped out of the room, one nurse stayed inside with Brad — maybe to monitor him closely. As soon as the doctor walked out and saw me waiting right there, he said, “Nicole, please… you need to follow me to my office.”My heart gave a small jump.He had never called me by my name before — it was always “young lady.”For him to suddenly personalize it meant the situation was serious, sensitive, or something he didn’t want to disclose in the hallway where anyone could overhear.“Okay, doctor… it’s fine,” I murmured and fol
Brad’s POVFor what seemed like forever, it seemed like I wasn't just in control of anything about me.Just this heavy darkness that felt like thick water, like I was floating somewhere I couldn’t see or touch. Sometimes it felt like I was sinking, sometimes like I was just… suspended. No days. No nights. Just one long stretch of nothing that refused to end.But in between that nothing, there were moments.A warm pressure on my fingers.A soft voice is always near my ear.Someone saying things to me like it mattered.A light squeeze on my hand whenever the darkness tried to pull harder.But you know the worst part? I couldn’t move and I couldn’t answer either. But somewhere inside that fog, I felt it. The touches. The tiny tremors of someone crying near me. A voice that sounded like it was trying not to break.I didn’t know who and I didn’t know why all of this was happening. But somehow, I knew I wasn’t completely alone.Then, one moment was different.Instead of floating, my body su







