Disappointment had piled up for too long, leaving my heart numb. All that remained was bitterness.
I sat quietly in the corner, watching him care for Sadie with careful tenderness.
So, this was the “sister” he spoke of. The “friend” he insisted she was.
‘Allen, after telling a lie often enough, you start to believe it yourself.’
At dawn, he stepped out of her hospital room.
I followed.
At the corner, his footsteps faltered. I lifted my gaze—it was the room I had stayed in before the surgery.
He pushed the door open just a crack and called inside. “Mia?”
His voice grew impatient, but no one answered.
Anger flickered in his eyes. He kicked the door wide open and strode inside, only to find an empty bed.
Without a backward glance, he left. The door slammed shut behind him with a violent echo.
On the way back, he pulled out his phone and removed my number from the blocked list.
His voice dripped with rage. “Mia, if you keep wasting hospital resources, don’t blame me for cutting ties. It’s the middle of the night—why aren’t you in your room? Is this what you call being sick?
“I’ll say this one last time. Discharge yourself today and get out. Do you know how many people beg for a hospital bed? I’ll give you a day. If you don’t leave, don’t ever come back.”
But this time, I really couldn’t come back.
The moment his message was sent, my phone buzzed softly on the pillow beside me. No one would ever pick it up again.
Allen returned to Sadie’s room, head lowered as he texted his assistant. [I checked Mia’s room. She’s not there. You’ve been fooled. Don’t bother with her anymore.]
He didn’t spare me another thought.
