2025-10-22 15:40:00Charlie watched the door slowly close behind Linda as Carl followed, her last words echoing in his mind like a long-forgotten melody—You’re someone they all feared once.
He stared at the sealed envelope in his hand, his heart thudding—not with fear, but with something else. A strange calmness. The feeling that, for once, he held the pieces of the game.
Nancy crossed her arms and let out a scoff. “Well, that was a fun little performance. You sure know how to attract clowns, Charlie. Must be a new talent.”
Charlie turned his gaze to her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You really think Carl found the miracle doctor?”
Nancy’s smile faltered for the briefest second. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Charlie leaned back, ignoring the weakness in his limbs. “I’m saying—what if I told you Carl never found the real doctor? What if he never even got close?”
Nancy laughed coldly. “Please. Carl isn’t like you. He actually gets things done.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Right. Gets things done… by faking a doctor to trick you into marriage?”
Her expression froze.
He saw it then—the faintest flicker of doubt in her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” she snapped, masking it quickly.
Charlie’s smile deepened, mocking. “You think you’re the one in control, don’t you? But Carl doesn’t want your mother cured. He wants your name—your resources. The rest? He’s willing to fake.”
Nancy took a step forward, fuming. “You’re just bitter because I chose someone better than you.”
“Better?” Charlie asked quietly. “If you say so.”
Nancy snatched her bag and dug through it furiously. “You want out, fine. You’ve been dragging your useless self through my life long enough.” She pulled out a folded document and slapped it on the side table beside his bed. “Here. Divorce agreement. I dare you to sign it.”
Charlie glanced at the papers, then back at her.
She tilted her head, smirking. “Oh? Suddenly you’re quiet? What happened to that fake confidence?”
Without a word, Charlie reached for the pen resting nearby, picked it up, and signed his name at the bottom in smooth, bold strokes.
Nancy blinked.
He set the pen down gently. “There. Signed. You’re free.”
For a long moment, Nancy said nothing. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
Then she laughed again, though it sounded more forced than before. “You really think you’re doing something here? That little act means nothing. Once the miracle doctor gets here, you’ll be irrelevant.”
Charlie’s eyes remained steady. “You’re right. Once the real doctor gets here, everything will change.”
She rolled her eyes and gathered the signed document. “Whatever. You’ll be out of this hospital bed soon enough. And when you are, don’t expect anyone to care what happens to you.”
Charlie didn’t respond. There was no need. Nancy was still playing a game that was ending right before her eyes.
She turned to leave, muttering something under her breath, when the door creaked open again.
Linda stepped inside.
The timing was surgical.
She walked with quiet elegance, holding a small vial in one hand and a folder in the other. Her eyes flicked over to Charlie, then to Nancy, who froze mid-step.
“What is she doing here again?” Nancy hissed.
Linda’s voice was cool. “I’m here for my patient.”
“Patient?” Nancy scoffed. “He’s not even worth calling a stray, and now you’re acting like he matters?”
Charlie raised an eyebrow, amused. “Funny. You didn’t think that way when you were taking my blood for your mother.”
Nancy spun around, eyes burning. “Don’t twist things, Charlie! Everything I did, I did because I had no choice!”
“Yet somehow, Carl was always your first choice,” he replied coldly.
Linda moved to Charlie’s side and rested a hand gently on his shoulder. “He doesn’t belong here anymore.”
Nancy’s face twisted with rage. “So this is it, huh? You two were together all along. That explains everything. The attitude. The confidence. You’ve been cheating behind my back—”
“Cheating?” Charlie let out a quiet laugh. “You’re accusing me… of cheating?”
Linda didn’t even bother replying. She simply opened the folder and pulled out a few pages. “The test results show traces of forced blood extraction, stress-induced collapse, and malnutrition. If he hadn’t contacted me when he did, he wouldn’t have lasted another forty-eight hours.”
Nancy scoffed again, trying to regain control of the room. “And who are you to come in here throwing accusations?”
Linda looked her in the eye. “The only person here who actually wants to keep him alive.”
Silence fell over the room like a blanket.
Charlie stood up slowly, wobbling only for a second before regaining his balance.
“From now on,” he said quietly, “don’t talk to me. Don’t call me. Don’t act like I owe you anything. You’ve signed me away. I suggest you start living like it.”
Nancy looked at him like she barely recognized him.
And truthfully, she didn’t.
This Charlie—the one who stood calmly while the world around him began to shift—was not the man she had trampled for years.
He walked to the door with Linda beside him, not even looking back.
Only when they stepped into the hallway did he whisper, “Thank you.”
Linda gave him a small nod. “You haven’t even started yet.” And he knew she was right.
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