LOGINChloe’s POVLucia wasn’t answering.I stood in the quiet corner of the hospital corridor, phone pressed to my ear, listening to the same empty ringing again and again.“Pick up… please,” I whispered.Nothing.The call disconnected.I tried again.Still nothing.I closed my eyes, praying the tears not to fall. Lucia wasn’t just a friend to Zoe, she was her Lover. She was the one person who had always been there for Zoe when I was too busy building my own life and living as Zoe. She was the one who held my sister when she was panicking, the one who always knew the places she hid when she was overwhelmed.And now?Gone.Just… gone.I texted her.Me: Lucia, where are you? Please. I need you. I need answers. Hope you’re good.please call me when you are free. No response.I called again.Call failed.I felt my knees weaken. The hallway around me seemed to tilt. The buzzing fluorescent light overhead flickered, and for some reason, that flicker sent a shiver straight through my bones.Somet
Jake’s POVI didn’t even mean to listen.I swear I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I was only walking toward her room because the doctor said we could move Ethan into a more comfortable ward, and I wanted to tell her before we left. But the closer I got, the clearer her voice became. Quiet. Shaky. Afraid.And then I heard Lucia’s name.I stopped.Not because I wanted to, but because something inside me froze, that instinct I’ve lived with all my life. The one that warns me when a situation is about to turn into a storm.“…Lucia, listen to me,” Chloe whispered, breath trembling. “I know your the one that sent the message, Why did you send that message? What do you mean someone is coming? What do you mean by who I trust please?”I stepped closer, my heart beating faster than usual. I shouldn’t be hearing this.But I also needed to hear this.“There is more happening than you think,” Lucia’s voice hissed through the speaker. “Just get somewhere safe. I told you, don’t trust..”Static cracked
Chloe’s POVI woke up in the morning feeling better and calmer. Not refreshed, not healed, just different. My eyes were swollen, my chest still felt heavy, but at least the crushing weight that I felt on me last night had eased a little. Maybe it was the crying, or maybe it was Tyler sitting there, staring at me as I ate, not demanding anything from me. Or maybe it was the simple fact that for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t pretending I was fine or pretending to be anyone. As I shifted on the bed, I felt the dull ache in my waist, my pregnancy reminding me it wasn’t going to slow down simply because my world was falling apart. I placed a hand gently on my belly. The baby kicked back, soft but firm enough to make me inhale sharply.“I know,” I whispered. “I’m trying.”A soft knock on my door.I sat up, wiping my face quickly. “Come in.”The door opened slowly. Jake stepped inside, his hair still messy, looking like he hadn’t slept all night. His eyes were red, not from anger,
Jake’s POVI watched her carefully from across the living room as she sat silently beside her father before we left. She looked… hollow. The Chloe I knew, fiery, stubborn, loud when she needed to be, was shrinking into herself, piece by piece. She was heavily pregnant, almost due, yet somehow she looked small, fragile. Like she was balancing the weight of the entire world on her shoulders.When Gold told me everything, about Zoe, Ethan, the pregnancy stress, I couldn’t breathe for a moment. It felt like someone punched me straight in the chest. All I could think about was how she had been carrying all this alone. I had to rush immediately to the hospital address she sent to me . How she had pushed us away thinking she needed to fight everything by herself. How I let her walk away the first time.Never again. It’s not going to happen again. I won’t let it happen. As we stepped out of her father’s house, I looked back and caught the fear in his eyes. The helplessness. The protective lo
CHLOE POV The moment the doctor stepped out of the room after explaining Zoe’s condition, her heart strain, the consequences of the overdose, the kidney issues, the drugs she’s been doing, her mental state, and the terrifying unknown of whether she’d wake up normally again, I felt the air choke me. Gold held my hand, but it didn’t feel like enough. Nothing felt enough. It was as though the floor itself had become unstable, tilting, sliding, pulling me with it into some dark place I couldn’t climb out of. I leaned against the wall outside Zoe’s room, trying to breathe. My face was sore from crying, my eyes swollen, my chest heavy. My baby kicked softly, almost like a reminder that I wasn’t alone—even though I felt unbearably alone. A few minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the hallway. I didn’t pay attention at first until I heard my name, loud, desperate, familiar. “Chloe!” Before I could turn fully, two strong arms wrapped around me. Jake. The scent of his colog
CHLOE POV The hum of the hospital machines was the only steady thing left in my life. It was all that was helping me stay sane at the moment after all my effort to get Ethan talk about him not taking his drugs failed. Everything else felt like thin glass, ready to shatter again with the smallest pressure. I sat beside Ethan’s bed, my fingers lightly running over his cold knuckles. His chest rose and fell in slow, it was troubled breaths. Gold sat in the corner, watching over both of us like a silent guardian. Then my phone rang. I almost didn’t reach for it, my brain too tired to calculate if I should pick up or not, my body too drained to move to take the phone. So I sat, staring at the phone until it stopped ringing. It rang a second time, this time the sound seems louder than the first one, like it was asking me to pick up. But something in me urged me to look. Zoe. I blinked. My sister never called me.Not after the incident, nor after I caught her with Ethan. This wa







