Crawling Back To Her Series Redemption and Refuse novel Chapter 47

Book3 Chapter7.

On the third day after I arrived, I ended up in the hospital. When I woke up, it was evening, and a group of people, including Detective Parker and Ethan Harris, were gathered around my bed.

I didn't have the strength to speak. Jessica was saying a lot, her eyes filled with tears.

I saw someone comforting her with a gentle pat on the back before I closed my eyes again.

The next time I woke up, it was early morning, and the room was dark.

The first thing I did was reach for my hair. In the darkness, someone gently pulled my hand down and adjusted my hair. Then I felt a warm tear fall on the back of my hand, and the person on the bed beside me let out a small sob.

"When did it happen?"

I looked at the shadowy figure and sighed. "About six months ago."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

I patted her arm. "It's not all bad. This illness feels like a release for me."

"I'm so sorry, truly sorry. I didn't know you were sick. I was so guarded, thinking you were just trying to get close to Ethan."

I patted Grace's hand. "You didn't do anything wrong. My intentions weren't exactly pure. After all, it's Ethan Harris we're talking about -the man I loved for ten years, the man I almost married. Of course I wanted to fight for him."

The pain in my stomach flared up again. I held my breath, waiting for it to subside before I could speak. "If it weren't for this illness, I really would have made a scene.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to let go."

Grace's soft crying made my heart ache. "Are you sure you don't want to tell him?

There's still a chance, Sienna."

Her sudden change of heart caught me off guard. I blinked hard, trying to keep the tears from falling. No matter how much I didn't want to, I knew I had to accept it.

Grace gently embraced me, and I hugged her back. "Grace, can I ask you for a favor?"

That night, Grace cried herself to sleep, while I, having finally shared my secret, drifted off peacefully.

The next morning, I woke up early. Grace helped me put on my wig while I applied makeup. She asked, "You're still doing your makeup?"

Ever since I got here, I've been doing my makeup every day-partly because I look so pale, and partly because I want to look presentable.

Grace didn't say anything, but her touch became even gentler.

When Jessica came to bring me breakfast, I noticed something was off.

She seemed distracted, her usual energy gone. Finally, after Grace stepped out of the room, she approached me.

"Sienna, Ethan... he's your husband, isn't he?"