Chapter 5: The Woman Julian Never Told Me About
The next morning arrived without mercy.
The sun rose over the hospital parking lot, but nothing about the day felt new.
I hadn't slept.
I hadn't cried.
I had spent the entire night reviewing every detail.
Every conversation.
Every strange moment.
Every lie.
The human mind has a strange way of protecting itself.
When something painful happens, it starts replaying memories.
Not to torture you.
To help you find the moment you missed.
The warning sign you ignored.
The truth hiding in plain sight.
And I found many.
Julian's sudden business trips.
His new obsession with his appearance.
His secret phone calls.
The way his family defended him before I even accused him.
Everything connected.
But there was one question I couldn't answer.
Why?
Why would Julian risk everything?
The ICU doctor approached me.
"Dr. Whitmore.""
I stood.
"How is he?""
"Stable.""
I released a breath.
"That's good.""
"However, we need to discuss something.""
His expression became serious.
"What?""
"We found traces of a medication in his system that shouldn't have been there.""
My eyes narrowed.
"What medication?""
"We're still confirming the exact source.""
"Could it have caused his collapse?""
"It's possible.""
A cold feeling moved through me.
"Was it intentional?""
The doctor didn't answer immediately.
That silence told me enough.
"We can't make assumptions yet.""
Of course.
Evidence first.
Emotion later.
That was something medicine taught me.
But personally?
Personally, I wanted answers.
The doctor left.
A few minutes later, a police officer arrived.
"Mrs. Whitmore?""
I turned.
"Yes?""
"I'm Detective Mason. The hospital contacted us due to the unusual circumstances.""
I nodded.
"I understand.""
"We need to ask you some questions.""
Before I could answer, Teresa appeared.
"Why are the police involved?""
Detective Mason looked at her.
"Because your son was found unconscious in another person's apartment, and there may be evidence of outside influence.""
Teresa immediately looked at Serena.
For the first time, she didn't defend her.
Serena noticed.
Her expression changed.
"I didn't do anything.""
Nobody had accused her.
But she defended herself anyway.
Detective Mason noticed.
Interesting.
"So you were with Mr. Whitmore when he collapsed?""
"Yes.""
"Your relationship with him?""
Serena hesitated.
"We worked together.""
"Only that?""
Her silence lasted too long.
I looked away.
Because somehow...
Even now...
I still hoped I was wrong.
The detective continued.
"Mrs. Whitmore, do you know of anyone who may have wanted to harm your husband?""
I thought about it.
Then I looked at Serena.
Then at Julian's family.
"Yes.""
Everyone looked at me.
"There are people who know things about my husband that I don't.""
Teresa became angry.
"Clara!""
I ignored her.
"I need to know what happened before I answer.""
Detective Mason nodded.
"That's understandable.""
After he left, Arthur approached me.
"You are making this worse.""
I turned.
"Worse for who?""
"For Julian.""
"No.""
I looked directly at him.
"Worse for the people who are hiding the truth.""
His jaw tightened.
"You don't know what you're dealing with.""
"Then tell me.""
Silence.
Again.
Always silence.
I stepped closer.
"You all know something.""
Teresa looked away.
Arthur looked guilty.
And that hurt more than anger.
Because guilt meant they knew.
They knew and still let me believe I was crazy.
Finally, Teresa whispered:
"Before Julian met you...""
I waited.
She swallowed.
"He was engaged.""
My entire body went still.
"What?""
She looked at Serena.
Then back at me.
"To someone else.""
The hallway seemed to disappear.
"Who?""
Nobody spoke.
I already knew.
I looked at Serena.
And she didn't deny it.
The woman standing beside my husband's hospital bed wasn't just his coworker.
She wasn't just a recent part of his life.
She was a chapter from his past.
A chapter he had erased.
Serena's eyes met mine.
"I loved him before you.""
Her voice was quiet.
But every word cut.
"And he loved me.""
I stared at her.
"Then why did he marry me?""
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No one answered.
Because that was the question everyone had been avoiding.
