ログインCamila’s POVThe hospital feels different the moment I walk through the entrance. Nobody whispers anymore, and nobody stares before quickly looking away. Karen waves a newspaper above her head and calls me Doctor Celebrity. I groan and tell her not to start, but she drops the paper into my hands anyway.The headline stretches across the entire front page. NURSE WHO REFUSED TO STAY SILENT HELPED EXPOSE PHARMACEUTICAL SCANDAL. I blink twice and mutter that it doesn’t even sound like me. Brian appears carrying another stack and proudly announces they bought twelve copies so I’ll need backups.Karen snorts and explains he just wanted every cashier to know he supports me. Brian shrugs and says he regrets nothing. I laugh before I can stop myself. The two of them are unbelievable. Karen points toward the hallway and tells me to wait until I see the break room.The moment I push the door open, I stop. Newspaper headlines cover one entire wall. Magazine covers. Printed online articles. Even s
Alejandro’s POVThe conference room looks worse than yesterday. Coffee cups everywhere, pizza boxes stacked in one corner, and enough financial reports to build a second office. Dylan rubs both eyes and complains that he’s forgotten what sunlight looks like, while Ethan barely glances up from his laptop.Camila walks in carrying another tray with four coffees, fresh sandwiches, and actual fruit. Dylan stares at the apples in disbelief, but she simply sets everything down and reminds him he’s eaten pizza five meals in a row. Ethan steals the sandwich before Dylan can finish complaining, and the room finally settles again.Papers slide across the table. Numbers. Transfers. Invoices. Account statements. Hours disappear as every suspicious payment Dylan traces leads somewhere, then somewhere else, then somewhere else again. He circles one shell company after another until he throws his pen onto the table.“This is ridiculous,” he says. “They buried everything.”I lean back slowly and tell
Camila’s POVThe hospital feels strangely calm after watching Sophia’s video all night. Nobody talks much because every conversation somehow circles back to the same question without anyone daring to ask it out loud.Karen quietly walks into the staff lounge. “Camila.” I look up immediately. “What happened?” She hesitates. “Someone asked for you...” “Patient?” She shakes her head. “No.” “Retired nurse.”I blink. “Retired?” “She saw Sophia’s picture on television.” Every heartbeat suddenly feels louder. “Where is she?” Karen points toward one of the consultation rooms. “She’s... nervous.” “I noticed.” I take a slow breath before walking over.Alejandro catches my wrist gently as I pass. “You don’t have to rush.” “I know.” “If she doesn’t want to talk...” “I won’t force her.” He smiles softly. “I know you won’t.” The consultation room is quiet.An elderly woman sits near the window with both hands wrapped tightly around her purse. Gray hair. Kind eyes. Terrified expression. The moment s
Alejandro’s POVMaria’s memory gives us only one clue. An old Vega storage office near the waterfront that hasn’t been used in years, and somehow that tiny detail feels bigger than every file we’ve uncovered.The drive there is strangely quiet. Dylan drums his fingers on the dashboard before groaning, “If this place has ghosts, I’m quitting today,” and I shake my head because only Dylan could complain before seeing the building.“You don’t believe in ghosts.” “I don’t.” “Then why are you nervous?” “I’m not nervous.” He points at the steering wheel. “My hands are sweating for dramatic effect.” I laugh under my breath. “You rehearse these lines?” “They come naturally.” “That’s somehow worse.”When we stop outside the warehouse, the building looks forgotten. Broken windows, faded paint, rust crawling across the metal shutters, and years of silence hanging over every wall. Dylan stares at it for a long second. “…Tell me we’re burning this place down afterward.”“We’re searching it.” “I li
Camila’s POVMorning sunlight slips quietly through the hospital curtains. For the first time in days, I wake up without hearing alarms, shouting voices, or running footsteps outside the room.Mom is already awake. She’s sitting against her pillow, staring out the window with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “You scared me.” My voice comes out softer than I expect. She turns and smiles. “I know.”“I’m sorry.” I immediately shake my head. “No.” “You don’t get to apologize.” She laughs quietly. “I don’t?” “You almost gave me a heart attack.” She tilts her head. “That dramatic?” “Very.”She reaches over and gently pats my hand. “I’ll try not to almost disappear again.” I pretend to think about it. “Hmm.” “Accepted.” “Barely.” She laughs again. The sound fills the room so naturally that tears almost reach my eyes.I’ve missed hearing her laugh. Really laugh. Not force it. Not fake it. Just… laugh. “You know…” She studies my face. “You still pout exactly like you did when you were e
Alejandro’s POVThe hospital no longer feels like a place that heals people. It feels like a battlefield where everyone keeps pretending everything is normal while fear quietly walks through every hallway beside us.I stand outside Maria’s room. Two security guards remain at the door. Another patrol circles the hallway every fifteen minutes. Still… it doesn’t feel like enough. Camila quietly walks out carrying two paper cups of coffee. “I brought you one.” I accept it without taking my eyes off the corridor.“Thank you.” She studies my face. “You’re thinking.” “I am.” “About the attack?” I nod slowly. “Something doesn’t fit.” She hands me the coffee. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “If they wanted revenge…” She waits. “Why didn’t they take Maria?”Camila blinks. “They tried.” “Did they?” Confusion slowly replaces exhaustion in her eyes. I continue carefully. “She fought back.” “Yes.” “They ran.” “They heard security.” I nod once. “I know.” “But…” I stare toward Maria’s room. “…t
Alejandro's POVThe door closes behind Camila, and for the first time all afternoon, the conference room falls silent.I should be relieved as the meeting is over, the contract remains unsigned. Nothing has changed.Instead, I find myself staring at the door she walked through, replaying the conver
Camila's POV"I want you to be my wife for sixty days."For a second, I honestly think I've misheard him.Maybe the air conditioning in this ridiculously expensive conference room is too loud. Maybe exhaustion is finally catching up to me after three consecutive double shifts and months of survivin
Alejandro's POV"What exactly is so funny?"The moment the words leave my mouth, the entire table goes silent.Good, because judging by the expression on Camila's face, whatever happened before I arrived wasn't funny at all.Several women suddenly become very interested in their drinks,others avoid
Camila's POVI hate everything about this.I hate the contract sitting inside my purse. I hate the black SUV carrying me away from the apartment I've lived in for the last four years. Most of all, I hate the fact that less than twenty-four hours after signing that contract, my mother's treatment pl







