Semua Bab GUILTY DEVOTION: Bab 91 - Bab 94

Even with all that they had said, I told myself it was respect and admiration. The same routine went on for another week. It didn’t mean anything to me but sometimes, when I’d look up from the third report he asked me to reword in his voice, and I’d see him walk past laughing with the lead nurse, coffee in hand, headed home for a nap while I stayed back till midnight, I began to feel… something else.Because in those moments when he did notice me and when he’d glance over and say, “You’re a lifesaver, Chloe,” or tap my shoulder and whisper, “I don’t know how I managed before you showed up,” I felt like I mattered and the nurses were wrong.One afternoon, after a 16-hour shift, I overheard two nurses talking in the breakroom. I had walked in to grab a drink and paused behind the partition wall when I heard my name."Chloe’s out there killing herself for Dr. Weller again. You’d think she’s applying for sainthood or something," one nurse said, chuckling."Please, she’s just another inter

I took two days to gather myself, battling feelings of shame, anger, and betrayal. Then, with Cassie's help, I reached out to the women and sent each of them an email, thanking them for their courage and asking permission to include their evidence in a formal report.The replies came back with support. They were ready to help without hesitation because they had been waiting for the day to expose the wrongdoing he did to all of them.Cassie helped me compile everything with their timestamps, forwarded emails, drafts with tracked edits, audio recordings from his unsolicited late-night calls, and even a note from him telling me to “add his style” to a research proposal I’d written from scratch.We began drafting an anonymous complaint towards the appropriate quarters. Cassie’s contact in university admin helped submit it quietly through the ethics board’s secure portal and we patiently waited for the feedback from the committee.That night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, my heart ha