His First Love Wore My Necklace
Language: en
I found myself tracing the silver pendant at my throat, a nervous habit I couldn’t seem to break. Adrian had fastened this chain around my neck years ago, on the day he finally cleared his name. Back then, he held me with a desperation that felt like forever, promising he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to me. Looking back, I suppose I was the only one who took those vows as gospel. The usual hum of the post-op ward suddenly died down. Every head turned toward Adrian. A patient had just made a bold joke, nudging Dr. Beckett to "reconsider" his history with Lydia—to finally mend…