All Chapters of THE WRONG DIAGNOSIS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Celine did not cry until the hospital doors closed behind her. She walked through the parking garage with her head held high, even though every step felt heavier than the last. Three years. She had given Adam three years. She had sat beside him when everyone else had gone home. She had learned the names of his nurses. She knew which songs calmed his breathing and which side of the bed the morning sun reached first. And now that he was awake, he had looked at her as though she were a stranger. Celine reached her car and finally let the tears fall. Her phone rang. “Celine?” It was her brother, Daniel. “He woke up,” she whispered. Daniel went silent. “That should be good news.” “It was.” “What happened?” Celine closed her eyes. “He doesn't remember me.” Daniel's voice softened. “Come home.” She drove to the apartment she had once shared with Adam. The place looked exactly the same. His books were still on the shelf. His favorite jacket st

They escaped through the rear exit.The stranger was gone.But his words stayed with them.Why did Adam really wake up?And why had someone spent three years making sure he remembered as little as possible?Back at the apartment, Adam refused to let Celine go home alone.“I can take care of myself.”“I know.”“You keep saying that.”“Because you keep proving it.”She looked at him.For the first time since his recovery, she saw something different in his eyes.Not arrogance.Not confusion.Fear.That night, Adam woke from a nightmare.He remembered headlights.Rain.A telephone ringing.Then Celine screaming.He sat upright.Celine was in the living room and heard him.She rushed in.“What happened?”“I remembered something.”“What?”“You were there.”Her face went pale.“At the accident?”He nodded.“I saw you.”Celine shook her head.“That can't be right. I arrived after the crash.”“That's what I remember.”They stared at each other.Then Adam reached for her hand.A strange warmth

The room remained silent after the video disappeared.Celine stared at the black screen as if Marcus might suddenly reappear and explain that everything had been a mistake.But he didn’t.His words remained in her mind.Your marriage to him was part of the plan.Her marriage.Her entire life with Adam.Could it really have been planned by someone else?Celine slowly shook her head.“No.”Adam didn’t move.The marriage certificate still lay on the table between them.The date was wrong.The signature beneath his name looked like his, but something about it bothered him. He had signed hundreds of documents throughout his life. He knew his own handwriting.“This isn’t my signature,” he said quietly.Celine looked at him.“What?”Adam picked up the certificate.“I thought it was mine at first. But look at the final letter.”She leaned closer.The signature was almost identical to Adam’s, but the last stroke was different.“You’re right,” she whispered.Adam looked at her.“Then someone fo

Celine stared at the weapon in Victoria’s hand.Adam moved instinctively in front of her.“Put it down.”Victoria shook her head.“You don’t understand.”“Then explain.”“I can’t.”“You’re holding a gun.”“Because they’re coming.”“Who?”Victoria looked toward the hallway.“I don’t know.”Adam’s voice hardened.“Victoria.”She lowered the gun slightly.“I never wanted any of this.”Celine stepped forward.“Then tell us the truth.”Victoria looked at her.“You really don’t remember?”“Remember what?”“The first time you met Adam.”Celine frowned.“I remember.”“No.”Victoria shook her head.“You remember what they allowed you to remember.”The words struck Celine like a physical blow.Adam looked at Victoria.“What are you talking about?”Victoria walked toward the desk.She placed the gun on the table.“Six months before your wedding, Adam was investigating fraud inside his father’s company.”Adam nodded.“I remember that.”“Do you?”She opened the folder.“Then why don’t you remember

Celine didn’t speak during the drive home. She sat in the passenger seat, staring through the window. Her mother. Alive? A researcher? Connected to Adam’s accident? None of it made sense. Adam glanced at her. “Are you okay?” “No.” He nodded. “I know.” “My mother died.” “I know.” “I saw her coffin.” “I know.” “Then Victoria was lying.” “Maybe.” Celine turned toward him. “You don’t believe that.” “No.” “Why?” “Because Victoria knew too much.” Celine looked away. When they arrived home, Adam immediately inserted the memory card into his computer. The screen displayed dozens of video files. Most were dated three years earlier. One file was marked: ACCIDENT NIGHT — 02:00–04:00 Adam clicked it. The footage showed the neurological ward. Celine leaned closer. There was Adam’s room. At 2:17 a.m., a man entered. He wore a doctor’s coat. Celine’s breathing stopped. “That’s him.” Adam looked at her. “Marcus?” “I think so.” The man approached Adam’s bed. He