Chapter 8 - THE WOMAN WHO WAS STILL JUST A NURSEVanessa eventually recovered.
She resigned from Hudson Crest.
Not because she was forced.
Because she wanted a different life.
Before leaving, she came to see me.
“I owe you an apology.”
I smiled.
“You do.”
“I thought being a doctor made me better than nurses.”
“I know.”
“I was wrong.”
“Yes.”
She laughed.
“You really don't let people off easily.”
“No.”
She looked at Adrian standing across the hall.
“He loves you.”
“I know.”
“He always did.”
I frowned.
“What?”
Vanessa smiled.
“He asked about you after he woke up.”
“Six years ago?”
“Yes.”
I stared.
She continued.
“He wanted to know your name.”
My heart tightened.
“He knew?”
“He remembered.”
She touched my arm.
“You were the only person he trusted that night.”
Then she left.
A week later, Adrian attended the hospital fundraiser.
This time, he didn't come as a mysterious donor.
He came as my husband.
Four hundred people watched me walk toward him.
Vanessa wasn't there.
Neither was the old hierarchy.
The hospital director stood.
“Our trauma department has chosen Maya Whitmore to lead the new emergency response program.”
The room applauded.
Adrian looked at me.
Proud.
Not because I was his wife.
Because I had earned it.
He whispered,
“Still just a nurse?”
I smiled.
“Still.”
“Good.”
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“Why?”
“Because that's the woman I fell in love with.”
