NovelEnglish| closed my eyes, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. It grew until fars streamed down my face.
Laurel Rose has been faking cancer. And I've been helping her do treatment, bringing specialists like Dr. Clarke.
But really... I've bee
| laughed harder, the sound turning hollow.
All this time, | thought skind soul was funding my helping Laurel Rose manipulate Blake.
How perfectly ironic. The woman | despised for Jaking illness to gain Blake's sympathy was using my real illness
as her cover.
Blake probably researched gastric cancer treatments... for her. Using my actual case data.
Every tLaurel had an “episode,” she was mimicking my symptoms. Using my pain. My illness gave credibility
to her lies.
And nobody told me. Not Dr. Evans, not any nurse who must have known who we all were.
Without Scarlett’s outburst and that news article, | might have died never knowing | was helping the woman
from me.
The tears flowed, but my laughter had turned to silent shaking.
| took a deep breath and opened my eyes, wiping away the tears
Enough.
who took everything
| sat up and started ripping off the monitoring equipment. The machines beeped in protest as | pulled out wires
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand IV
lines.
| refuse to be Laurel Rose’s puppet any longer.
| dressed quickly, grabbed my bag and mask. With one final glance at the medical equipment that had been
transmitting my deteriorating condition to Blake as if it were Laurel's, | headed for the door.
This charade ends now.
Blake's POV
| walked into Mayo Clinic to find Laurel bent over a trash can, Scarlett holding her hair back. Her face was chalk-
white. Nothing left in her stomach but bile and blood streaks after vomiting repeatedly.
Scarlett heardat the door and turned.
“Laurel, look up. Blake's here,” she said, moving the trash can away and dabbing Laurel’s mouth.
Laurel raised her head with effort. When her empty eyes found me, she mustered a weak smile.
“Blake darling... did you find her?”
She slumped back against her pillows, breathing hard. “Don’t worry about me. Audrey matters more finding her
means finding Rachel too.”
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“I let Rachel down,” she whispered. “She’d be safe if | hadn't dragged her to our engagement.”
“And Audrey... I've been unfair to her.”
Each word of hers twisted the guilt in my chest. The engagement had been my idea, after all. I'd insisted Rachel
attend.
A strange feeling cover me, seeing Laurel so broken yet concerned about others. She'd changed since
Europe, but maybe not completely. Somewhere inside was still the woman who pulledfrom darkness five
years ago, who stayed when | had nothing.
She was sick, and I'd brushed her off. Repeatedly.
I sighed and moved to her bed, putting my arms around her thin shoulders. “This isn’t on you, Laurel.”
“What happened to Audrey was an accident.”
“We've been searching for two days - no sign of them yet. But we found the truck driver's body that night, which
makesthink they survived.”
| squeezed her hand. “I'll find Rachel. | promise.”
Laurel pressed her face against my chest. “You've been through hell for this. Your skin's burned from being out
on the water so long.”
“I'm doing what | should,” I said, my voice softer than | intended. My hand moved across her back in small
circles.
Just as the moment between us settled into something genuine every monitoring machine in the room blared to
life with warning alarms.
| stiffened, and Laurel went rigid in my arms.
“What the hell?” | said.
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