"You can inform the professor about the plagiarism, but I will prove I didn’t do it."
I thought all hope had slipped away, but then, to my surprise, a voice came through the line.
"I believe you. There’s no way you plagiarized."
"Giselle, don’t you remember who I am?"
I hesitated, the words tangled in my mind. Before I could respond, they continued,
"It doesn’t matter. I’ll come find you."
The call ended, leaving me breathless. Moments later, flight details appeared on my phone.
[I’ll be there soon. I’ll take you away.]
4
I wasn’t sure why they chose to stay anonymous, but at least the university issue had been put to rest.
I could finally leave this place behind, cutting all ties.
During my hospital stay, Cohen visited once. But that was all, just a fleeting visit.
He spent the majority of the time buried in work calls, barking orders at his secretary. He was so consumed by his own world that he never noticed I had lost the baby.
When he glanced at me, lying pale and fragile on the hospital bed, all he did was lean in and place a brief kiss on my cheek before leaving.
I turned my head, turning away from him.