Se connecterWithin two months, the wound from my shoulder to my chest had mostly healed.Adrian was always turning up in front of me. He'd quit his post running the hospital and filed his own application with Doctors Without Borders.In truth there was nothing left for him to quit. After he walked away with nothing, the hospital board had already named a new director.It took only a few days for him to become my colleague.Frederick once asked me whether we still had a chance to get back together.I shook my head.Annie stood between us. I would never get past that, not as long as I lived.Adrian found chances to tell me a lot of things.That he regretted it. That my mother was doing badly back home, that she sat blank in the hospital every day, that she'd taken to going to church.My mother, who'd never believed in any god.When Annie was alive, I'd once gone to a church and prayed for a blessing for her.My mother had laughed and handed over extra money to upgrade Annie's medication."What's the
I looked down and pulled the coat tight around me.I glanced at the soldiers holding the stretcher and said, lips pale, "Sorry. I'm hurt, I can't treat a patient. Take him to another tent.""No, Vivi—"He hissed; the surge of feeling had clearly pulled at the wound on his leg."Vivi, I want you to do it."Seeing my face go whiter as he spoke, Frederick set the stretcher down. "I'll handle it."The two men behind Adrian sagged with relief. "Then patch him up, Dr. Cole, and send him out on a crutch.""Done."Frederick took the scissors and tore open Adrian's pant leg, rough.Adrian flinched like a cat with its tail stepped on. "I'm a doctor too. You don't have to be this heavy-handed."Frederick gave a short laugh and said nothing, but his hands moved faster and harder."Who are you? Because unless I'm wrong, you were just putting your hands on my wife."I looked over at Adrian. "Ex-wife."He went silent. I went on. "He's treating my wound."It hit him then, the strange pallor of my face
I was stunned."Vivi. Surgery, now." Frederick called to me.On the line, hearing a man's voice, Adrian bristled and demanded, "Vivi, who is that? Why is there a man—"I shut my eyes. "We'll talk later."I hung up and ran for the medical tent."Focus." Frederick handed me the scalpel.I shook my head clear, took it, and started.It was my first operation here. Not difficult, but I was soaked through with sweat by the end.Mid-procedure, my eyes snapped narrow."This is bad."Frederick stepped in, his face changing."Where's the patient's family? Didn't we tell them not to give him anything?"The other doctors ran over and stopped dead."My God. Why is there milk?""Infection on the table. Draw blood, now," I said, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.An hour later.The patient died."Time of death: April 7, 2026, 10:09:48."I closed my eyes, and a wave of helplessness flooded through me."Don't dwell on it—" Frederick started, and broke off, startled by a figure bursting into the te
Frederick's voice came easy from beside me."Strange, isn't it. Black smoke pouring up over there, and over here some man named Frederick runs around in white."Strange didn't cover it.It was strange to step off a plane and start stitching torn, bloodied skin.It was strange that the occasional shell out past the wire wove itself in with the beeping of the machines.All of it felt wrong."No," I lied. "What I'm not used to is your name. You look mid-twenties and carry yourself like an old soul. With an old soul's name to match.""An old soul."It was a peaceful name, Frederick thought, and she was the first to hear the quiet folded into it, and trace it back to him."You—"My phone cut him off."Sorry."I stepped aside and picked up."Vivi—"Adrian's voice."Why... why didn't you tell me."He was hoarse, the words coming in broken pieces, like they cost him everything to say.I swallowed and let my eyes rest on the cigarette in Frederick's hand. If I smoked, the ground would've been a
I told Adrian that Annie was gone."What are you saying?"He tilted his head and laughed, soft."That isn't funny.""You know what Annie means to me. Don't joke about something like that."I gave a cold laugh."A joke?""That's what you treated her as the whole time. A joke."He stared at me, hunting for the tell of a lie, demanding to know how this could have happened, insisting he'd had assistants watching her.My mother didn't believe it either. She stumbled toward her car, panicked.Adrian staggered back, refusing to accept that his assistants would have told him nothing.And then I understood. As the director, Adrian had assigned three assistants to watch Annie around the clock. Before, he'd known the instant anything was the slightest bit off with her. But at the one moment that mattered most, he'd been off running a charity clinic with Chloe.I looked at him, cold, and worked out that those three assistants were probably still over at Chloe's hospital, helping out.I said it to
After I reported in, my mother called me out of the blue and told me to come home immediately.When I landed, Adrian was standing beside her, still holding the cake I'd bought."Why did you divorce Adrian?"This time my mother's fury came laced with shock and panic. She'd just learned that Adrian had walked away with nothing under the old prenup, three overseas villas, $860 million in shares, not a cent kept.She threw the divorce papers in my face, shaking. "Do you understand he kept nothing? He's living in a hospital dorm. Has he lost his mind? Have the two of you lost your minds?"My mother had spent her career in politics, surrounded by men who put their own interests first. She could not begin to grasp why Adrian would truly give up over a billion for another woman. The only explanation she could land on was that this girl must have some terrible hold on him.I bent, picked up the divorce papers, and, while Adrian and my mother watched with relief blooming on their faces, tore the







