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    Belinda threw back the nket and rose from the bed, marching directly toward the bathroom without sparing Lucas so much as a nce.


    Lucas exhaled deeply, resignation flickering across his features. His mouth curved into a smile as he also got out of bed.


    He trailed her into the bathroom, spending considerable timeforting her before her rigid expression finally began to thaw.


    Later that morning, Lucas drove Belinda to her workce.


    “How about we grab lunch together? I’ll swing by to pick you up,” he suggested as they pulled into the Grand ins General Hospital’s parking lot.


    “Sounds good,” Belinda agreed with a small nod before pushing open the car door and stepping onto the pavement.


    Her day exploded into chaos from the very first moment. She found herself racing between floors without pause, making three separate trips to the emergency department alone.


    When she finally carved out a brief moment of peace, she grabbed a ss and filled it with water, draining every drop in one desperate gulp. A long sigh escaped her lips as she sank back into her chair, letting her head fall against the backrest.


    Just as her eyelids began to drift closed for a much-needed break, her phone’s shrill ring shattered the quiet.


    Belinda fished the device from her pocket, squinting at the unfamiliar number glowing on the screen.


    Curiosity won over caution as she swiped to answer. “Who am I speaking with?”<fn2193> Fresh chapters posted on find·novel</fn2193>


    “It’s me, Belinda.” The voice belonged unmistakably to a woman.


    Recognition hit Belinda. Her eyebrows drew together in a tight knot. It was Sarai.


    Silence stretched between them like a taut wire.


    Sarai’s voice wavered with growing uncertainty as she sensed the hostile quiet. “Belinda, please don’t end this call. Just let me say something first, okay?”


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    “What exactly do you want to say?” Belinda’s words came out frosted with ice. She pushed herself up from the chair and walked out of the doctor’s office, seeking somewhere more private for this conversation.


    On the other end of the line, Sarai immediately dissolved into broken sobs. “Everything that happened was my fault! Belinda, I takeplete responsibility! I wasn’t thinking clearly back then, and that’s what drove me to do those terrible things. Every single day since then, regret has been eating at me more and more. I can see now just how horribly, unforgivably wrong I was.” Her voice carried the weight of what seemed like genuine remorse, guilt, and raw anguish.


    Through her sniffles, she continued, “I’ve tortured myself reying every moment over and over. If only I hadn’t given in to those destructive impulses, maybe our friendship would still be intact. We’d still be best friends like we used to be. But now… now, everything’s ruined!”


    “It’s entirely my fault! I was so incredibly wrong. Belinda, I’m begging you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. Could you give me just onest chance?”


    By the time she finished her plea, her voice had dissolvedpletely into choking sobs.


    But as Belinda listened to every tearful word, her expression remained carved from stone, her heartpletely unmoved by the performance.


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