Hello, Mom.”
I stepped into the hospital ward, my voice soft as I took in the familiar sight. The open window let in a warm breeze, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and fresh air. The couch in the corner.
Mom looked cheerful, her cheeks slightly flushed as she chatted animatedly with the nurse.
“Isla!” She beamed, lifting her arms toward me.
I hurried over, embracing her tightly before pressing a kiss to her cheek. Gently, I placed a bouquet of daisies her favorite on the bedside table.
“You look well,” I noted, watching the way her eyes sparkled as she batted her lashes, trying to look cute. Classic Mom.
She was happy.
She had no idea why I was really here.
I had come to tell her about the Dubai trip—an announcement handed down by none other than my contract husband.
And th
