Chapter 40
Melanie’s POV
The next morning, I woke up to the bright lights of a clinic room instead of my own bed. The faint antiseptic smell stung my nose, and there was a sharp pain in the crook of my arm.
An IV line ran from a clear bag above me into my vein. I blinked hard, trying to piece the night together.
The board party, Charlotte’s shriek, the journalists with their cameras... I remembered walking out with Jason but not getting to the car, the ground rushing toward me, and then... I’d fainted.
Great. All that had happened within, what, a few hours? What was I becoming?
I looked at the chair beside my bed and found Jason sitting there, still in his buttoned-up shirt and suit from last night, one leg crossed over the other.
He was casually flipping through a business magazi
