Victor lit a cigarette at the far end of the hospital corridor. For some reason, he'd felt strangely hollow these past few days.
Before he'd returned to Bellacourt, Nadine Ellis had asked if he would marry her.
The question had caught him off guard.
Her eyes had been so cold, nothing like their usual warmth.
Even after he'd said he would, her expression had barely changed.
These past few days, she'd also taken ages to respond to his messages, and then only with a brief reply.
He kept feeling that she knew something.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. If Nadine knew about him and Monica, there was no way she wouldn't make a scene.
His phone rang in his pocket. It was Monica.
"Where are you? My appointment's over."
He stubbed out his cigarette and headed toward the obstetrics de
