17
That evening, as agreed, there was supposed to be a press conference announcing Conrad's broken engagement.
This was a devastating blow to Conrad's company.
Years of hard-earned reputation and status crumbled overnight.
Later, Carter gave me a call.
He said, "Melody, I'm sorry. It was my misjudgment of character that let Vivienne spill your secrets."
At that time, those debt collectors couldn't find me because Conrad had rushed me to a private hospital for recovery.
So they sold my information to Vivienne for double the price.
Carter also mentioned he was worried about Conrad's work performance and mental state.
He asked when I'd be coming back.
I gave the same answer: I've said what I needed to say, and the rest is beyond my control.
Three months later, as my health gradually improved, I prepared for discharge in the coming days.
The sunlight outside was just right, streaming through the glass. I could smell the scent of spring.