His Perfect Lie, Her Vicious Truth

die

ragging me through the sterile hospital corridor. My teeth gritted,

oking utterly frail, her hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes half-clos

ling. "You came! I thought... I thought you

ied, her voice rising to a frantic pitch. "She t

"I simply stated that those who do wrong must f

e's trying to manipulate you, Bronson! She always has! She want

idgett, then at us. "Miss Bentley's condition is extremely delicate," he said, his voice grav

e to her wrist. "If Bronson doesn't believe me," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'll just prove how serious I am. I'll

r. "Bridgett, no! Just tell me what

ated me! I want her to sign a public apology, admitting she lied about me! I want her to apologize to my family! I want

room. I turned my gaze to Bronson, my eyes cold. "Do you believe this, Bronso

strained. "It's just a formality. A way to calm her down. She's unstable right now. We can't ri

m. They gently, but firmly, led me to the adjacent room, where another bed wa

eam, a sob, anything that would give them sat

lly unstrapped my wrists, then gently lifted me, carrying me back

ou something for the pain," he

urying my face deep

ou have every right to be. This is unfair. But Bridgett... she's so fragile." H

, "we'll go away. Just you and m

ned still. I

al, tender gesture. Then, with a heavy sig

s snapped open. A single, silent tear es

estraints still lingering. I finalized Finley's transfer paper

va was waiting outside the do

r voice soft, "you loo

bag, handing it to her. "This is for you. Don't open it until I'm gone. And then, once you

the plain brown paper. Her pupils dilat

nfirmed Bridgett's calculated manipulation, her fabricated illnesses, her extravagant spending, all while feigning fragile

r voice trembling. "What is

bt that's long overdue." I glanced at my watch, then picked up

yes red-rimmed. "Let me t

"No. I need to do this alone.

alized ambulance idled by the curb, a