MARGARET
The nurses fawned as I showed them the bag of imported chocolates and pictures of jewelry.
“This is beautiful,” one of them whispered, staring at a picture of a necklace with a rose quartz gemstone in the middle. “It must have cost a fortune.”
“It did,” I said casually. “My boyfriend is very rich. He owns his own company. You all saw him yesterday, didn’t you?”
They whispered between themselves as they continued to stare. Their gazes shifted between jealousy and longing. I couldn’t hold back my smile. If I’d known I’d get such a big reaction, I would have brought more things.
After the display with Alex yesterday, I knew I’d have to strike fast before the shock wore down.
As soon as I walked into the hospital this morning, people flocked over to my side, whispering about the
