Her question made Kelvin furrow his brows in confusion.
Seeing a slight flicker of emotion cross his face, something unusual, almost out of place —Sonia’s breath caught.
A cold shiver rushed down her spine.
“Don’t you have any recollection of how you ended up in a coma?” Kelvin asked.
He had been meaning to ask her this the moment she woke up.
Sonia shook her head slowly.
“No…” Her voice was faint.
“I don’t remember anything. Not how I fell into the coma… not even how my life was before then.”
The revelation left them both gasping inwardly, as though the air had suddenly grown too thin to breathe.
Kelvin had travelled out of state for a medical trip, and by the time he returned, Sonia had already been in the hospital for two weeks.
What made it worse…no, what made it suspicious was that Alex had never informed him of her admission.
Even when he knew that’s where he worked.
He had only found out by chance… when he came across her file.
“Do you have any idea if you’ve been ill in any way before this?” Kelvin asked, his mind already racing, trying to piece together fragments that refused to connect.
Sonia shook her head again.
“No idea,” she said, almost in a whisper.
Kelvin exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening.
“Something isn’t right.”
The silence that followed was deafening, suffocating, and chilling to the bones.
Each of them, buried in their own thoughts.
Sonia had hoped Kelvin would probably know; maybe the hospital diagnosis might help her recall anything at all about her life before her days in the hospital, but even that now seemed impossible.
“What… about the diagnosis?” she asked hesitantly.
Kelvin glanced at her, his expression darkening.
“The diagnosis might have been tampered with.”
“What?” Sonia’s voice rose a few decibels higher.
“That’s impossible,” she said, yet the slight tremble of her voice proved her doubt.
Kelvin shook his head.
“Not impossible.”
Right from the time he returned and discovered her in the hospital, he had actively kept track of every diagnosis and medication, hopeful at the treatment plan outlined in her folder.
Until one day….
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Sonia’s ward was quiet; the doctors had finished the morning round, and the hallway had no one in sight.
Kelvin wasn’t supposed to be there at that hour, but since he was heading to see a doctor in the OB-GYN department, he decided to stop by briefly.
He stopped right outside her ward, his hand resting on the door knob ready to open the door, and his phone buzzed.
He withdrew his hand from the door knob and fished the phone out of his pocket, but he heard something that made his heart drop.
From the ward came a sharp clattering sound of plates hitting the floor.
A noise so rare and impossible in such a sterilized setting.
Kelvin froze for a second, he pushed the door open and rushed in.
But he was late.
The window sill was open, the kidney dish lay on the floor and the medical cart was beside her bed.
Kelvin’s brow furrowed.
Then, as he bent down to pick the bean dish, his eyes caught sight of a used syringe; his heart fell.
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With Kelvin not giving any explanation, Sonia’s lips curled into a bitter smile briefly before fading.
“So?”
Kelvin exhaled slowly, his hand covering hers.
“You take a rest…I need to check something out.”
“About this…” she probed, unsure what he wanted to check.
“Sonia, you’ve got to lie down and rest…I will give you an answer,” he said, and with hurried steps, he left the ward.
Sonia’s gaze dropped, and her pulse raced.
Her head throbbed painfully at the stress pressing hard against her eyebrow.
Her body screamed of weakness.
Her body constitution also seemed to be depreciating by the second.
Kelvin asked her to rest, but as far as Sonia is concerned, there’s no rest at the moment.
She needed to remember something about herself.
But her brain seemed to have decided to purposely go against her.
Every single memory of herself seems to have been wiped clean off her memory.
Sonia felt fear.
Fear that she might have amnesia.
She tugged at hair, her breath ragged.
“Think, Sonia think … What happened?”
From her faint recollection, she had woken up in the hospital.
But how she got there and why she was left there remained mysterious.
And Alex Hort—he hasn’t even bothered about her.
She shook her head.
She shouldn’t have expected anything more from him.
It was already bad keeping a mistress and shameless to make out with her right beside her hospital bed.
The thought of it made her taste bile, yet it paled in comparison to what she felt when she recalled the identity of the mistress.
Her best friend…Cyndi.
Like a flood breaking through a weakened dam, the memories of her wedding day flickered in pieces and shreds.
The dressing room was well lit; the stylist worked hard to dress her up, and Cyndi sat on the couch waiting for her.
When the last hair pin was fixed and the stylist stepped away, Cyndi stood up with a beautiful smile on her lips.
“Turn around! Let me see you properly!” Cyndi’s voice rang with excitement.
Sonia had nodded and slowly turned around in front of the mirror, her fingers nervously clutching the soft fabric of her wedding dress.
Cyndi gasped dramatically.
Her eyes twinkled with excitement.
Her lips stretched into a wide smile.
“Is this…is this okay?” Sonia asked, her voice clearly uncertain.
She still didn’t imagine she would be married in a flash.
And standing right before the mirror with the one person that mattered to her, she couldn’t help but express her worries.
“You’re still asking?” Cyndi laughed lightly.
“It’s more than okay. Just say you look breathtaking in that gown,” she finished with a serious face.
Sonia exhaled.
“Sonia,” Cyndi called softly while adjusting her veil.
“If Alex doesn’t faint when he sees you, then I’ll faint for him!”
Sonia laughed softly, her cheeks flushing from both embarrassment and happiness.
Though the marriage was arranged, she had promised herself not to look gloomy.
It was her big day.
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She still hoped this marriage wouldn’t be as bad as people expected.
Giving herself a wide smile and being in the company of her friend was the lucky charm she held tight onto.
Cyndi stepped closer, her eyes shining with what Sonia had believed then was pure happiness.
“Sonia, it still feels surreal to me that you’re really getting married…” Cyndi murmured, her voice softer now, almost emotional.
Sonia met her gaze through the mirror.
“Yeah…a few weeks ago, I never gave it a thought. Who would have thought my little kindness would pull me into this…”
She exhaled.
“My parents aren’t simple either…no opportunity goes past them.”
Cyndi patted her back gently.
“You don’t take it to heart. They still want the best for you.”
Sonia nodded.
She pulled away slightly to look at her, her face turning serious.
“You can’t renege on our friendship.”
Cyndi smiled.
“I will.”
“You must come to visit me often.”
“I will.”
“You won’t ignore my calls?”
“I won’t.”
“And we…
“Hey,” Cyndi cut in playfully, “can we pause that? You still have to survive the wedding first. Don’t start nagging like my mom.”
She reached out and adjusted Sonia’s veil carefully, her fingers gentle.
Then she leaned in slightly, her tone playful again.
“And don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on Alex too. If he even dares to look at another woman, I’ll drag him back to you myself.”
They both laughed.
Cyndi pulled her into a warm embrace.
“I will really miss you, but don’t worry, I will always be there…and be there just for you.”
“You are sure?” Sonia pressed for her assurance.
Cyndi smiled instantly.
“Of course. I’ll be right there beside you. Always.”
Sonia laughed again, her heart light.
“Thank you, Cyndi… really.”
Cyndi’s smile widened.
“For you? Always.”
The memory shattered like a shard of glass, leaving nothing behind.
Her breathing turned uneven again.
A tear slid down the side of her face.
“Always?” she muttered, her lips trembling.
The word now sounded like a cruel joke.
She drew in a deep breath.
Her eyes dimmed slightly for a moment.
“Sonia… trust yourself,” she whispered weakly.
“You can do this…”