LOGINEMMAThe tears wouldn’t stop.I sat on the edge of my bed in the dim glow of the bedside lamp, shoulders shaking, face buried in the silk robe I hadn’t bothered to tie. Every sob scraped raw against the silence of my flat.“You have to tell her” the voice in my head whispered, calm and merciless. “Before they piece it together themselves.”I rocked forward, fingers digging into my scalp. “I can’t. Not now. She’s still healing. The truth would destroy whatever fragile bridge we’re trying to rebuild. She’ll see me as the enemy, not her sister.”“They’ll find out anyway.”the voice pressed, “It’s only a matter of time before the trail leads straight to you. And when it does, it won’t be you explaining it gently—it’ll be Ava learning the worst possible way.Is that how you want her to hear it?“No,” I whispered, throat tight. “But confessing now… she’s barely speaking to me as it is. One wrong word and I lose her forever. I was trying to protect her. That has to count for something.”“Prote
DANIELI let myself into Ava’s apartment, the slim manila folder tucked under my arm like a live grenade. The place smelled faintly of citrus and herbal tea, the late-afternoon light slanting across the hardwood in long golden blades. Ava was already on the couch, legs elevated exactly as the doctors ordered, but her eyes sharpened the second she saw my face.“You’re not going to believe what I just found,” I said, voice low and tight as I closed the door behind me. I crossed the room in three strides and dropped the folder onto the coffee table between us. “I didn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t. After that call with Sienna and Julian, something kept gnawing at me. If it wasn’t him and it wasn’t her who doubled the doses, then who the hell had access and why?”Ava sat up straighter, wincing only slightly at the pull in her abdomen. “Talk.”I flipped open the folder and spread the pages like evidence in a murder trial because that’s exactly what this was. “I started at the hospital this
AVAThe moment Sienna’s voice sliced through the line—sharp, venomous, and unraveling….I tapped the speaker icon without hesitation. Daniel, who had been pacing near the window with his arms crossed, froze. His eyes locked on the phone as I set it on the coffee table between us. The penthouse argument spilled into my living room like toxic smoke.I leaned back against the cushions, careful not to twist my still-tender abdomen, and watched Daniel’s face harden with every accusation. Sienna’s words tumbled out: the doubled doses, the rushed surgery, her careful slow poisoning that someone had sabotaged. Julian’s denial rang clear and cold. He genuinely sounded blindsided. Just raw fury when he realized what she had done behind his back.Daniel’s jaw clenched when Julian admitted how much he liked me, how he would protect me from her. I felt a dark, electric thrill when Sienna’s voice cracked into sobs. My so-called best friend—betrayed and tried to killed me and now sounded broken on t
SIENNAThe café door had barely shut behind Daniel when a vicious surge of triumph shot through me. He’d walked away without another word after my warning, but I saw it in his eyes, the flicker of fear.The blackmail had landed perfectly. He wouldn’t dig too deep.I should have felt relieved. Instead, acid burned up my throat as I drove, one hand pressed to the swell of my belly.Before heading home, I stopped at the hospital for my routine prenatal check. The familiar sterile scent and soft beeps of monitors usually calmed me, but today my nerves were frayed.The doctor, a kind woman in her fifties with gentle hands, performed the usual ultrasound and blood pressure check.“Everything looks good, Sienna. Baby’s heartbeat is strong—around 145 beats per minute. Growth is right on track for thirty weeks. How have you been feeling? Any more swelling or back pain?”I forced a smile, shifting on the exam table as the cool gel lingered on my skin. “The back pain is worse some days, especiall
AVAThe morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, softer than the day before. The doctors made their final round right after breakfast, checking charts, pressing gently around the surgical site, and nodding with satisfied smiles. “Your vitals are strong, Ava. The repairs are holding beautifully. No signs of infection or setback. We’re comfortable discharging you today.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Really? That’s sooner than I expected.”The lead surgeon handed me a slim folder. “Here’s your discharge summary. Take these iron supplements twice daily for the next two weeks—they’ll help rebuild the blood you lost. Stick to soft, nutrient-rich foods: leafy greens, lean proteins, bone broth, fresh fruits. Avoid anything heavy or spicy. Rest plenty, but light walking is encouraged. Call us immediately if the pain increases or you notice any unusual bleeding.”I thanked them, signed the papers, and within the hour I was dressed in the comfortable clothes Da
AVAThe hospital room felt smaller with every passing hour. I lay there staring at the ceiling tiles, counting the tiny perforations like they might hold some answer. Had I been too harsh with Daniel? The way I had turned away from him, refusing to even look at him… part of me wondered if the slap I gave him the other day were too much. He had been there through the worst of it, standing beside me when no one else would. But then the memory of that necklace hit again—I couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt.I needed to move, to do something with the restless energy trapped inside this bed. “Nurse?” I called out, my voice weaker than I liked. One of the younger nurses appeared quickly, efficient and kind-eyed. “Could you help me sit up properly? And maybe adjust these pillows? My back is aching from lying in the same position.”She smiled gently. “Of course, Miss Ava. Let’s make you comfortable.” Together with another nurse who came in, they carefully propped me higher, fluffed the pillows,







