Chapter 11

Waking up in a hospital bed can be disorienting, especially when you don't remember how you got there or what happened.

Becky slowly opens her eyes to find herself surrounded by sterile hospital equipment and strangers in medical attire. The beeping of machines and faint murmurs of conversations in the background only add to her confusion.

As she tries to piece together her memories, a nurse notices she's awake and approaches her bedside.

"Good day, Mrs. Can you tell me your name?" the nurse asks gently. Becky's mind goes blank, and she struggles to recall even the simplest details about herself.

“Becky.” She mouthed. “Becky Stewart.”

“Okay, Becky, can you remember what happened?” The nurse asked Becky.

Becky's eyes widened as she struggled to recall even the simplest details about herself. "I...I don't know," she stammered, feeling a wave of panic wash over her. "I don't remember anything."

The nurse's expression was reassuring. "It's okay, that's normal. We suspected that you fell and hit your head. It's possible that you've suffered a concussion, which can cause memory loss. We'll run some tests and see what's going on."

But as the nurse continued to talk, Becky's mind began to wander. She remembered a confrontation with someone...Ellen Quincy. Yes, that was her name. The woman who had stolen her husband.

How could she forget?

Becky's eyes flashed with anger as she recalled the woman's malicious smile and her threat full words.

“Stay away from my husband!” And then...and then Ellen had hit her in the chest and pushed her, causing her to fall and hit her head.

The nurse's voice became a distant hum as Becky's memories came flooding back. She wasn't listening to the nurse's words anymore, lost in her own thoughts.

"...and we'll need to monitor your condition closely," the nurse was saying, but Becky didn't respond.

The nurse noticed Becky's distant expression. Becky's gaze slowly refocused on the nurse. "Who brought me here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The nurse's expression was sympathetic. "Your husband, Mr. Edward, brought you to the hospital," she replied gently.

Becky's eyes widened in shock as she processed this information. Edward was her Ex-Husband, not her Husband. But the again, her mind was still reeling from the confrontation with Ellen and the revelation about her ex-husband's involvement.

Becky's eyes dropped, her gaze drifting away as she processed the nurse's words. "Where is he now?" she asked, her voice still barely above a whisper.

The nurse's expression was neutral. "After he dropped you off, he went back to his office. He said he had some urgent matters to attend to."

Becky felt a pang of hurt and disappointment. That's right, she thought to herself. He only dropped her off because he had to, not because he actually cares. She was no longer a priority to him, not since they're no longer together.

She couldn't help but feel a sting from the realization. Even though they had separated, a part of her had still hoped that he would be there for her in her time of need. But it seemed that was just a foolish expectation.

"What was I expecting, anyway?" she thought to herself. He had disposed of her already, after all. She was just his ex-wife, a woman he had used and discarded. The pain of that realization still lingered, and it seemed that it would take time for her to fully heal.

Becky's eyes welled up with tears, but she forced herself to hold them back. She couldn't let herself break down now, not in front of the nurse. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, pushing aside the hurt and anger that threatened to overwhelm her.