"She left the hospital right after signing the donation consent forms. After your surgery tomorrow, I'll take you to thank her properly."
He didn't want me to see her. That much was obvious.
Which only made me more curious.
I didn't push. Just nodded obediently.
"Alright. Whatever you say." I let out a small sigh. "I'm tired. I think I'll head home."
Benedict's shoulders relaxed.
"I'll drive you."
I shook my head, managing a weak smile.
"No need. The surgery's tomorrow—you must have so much to prepare. Focus on that. I'll just grab a cab."
Something softened in his eyes.
"Fern," he said quietly, "marrying someone as understanding as you is the greatest blessing of my life."
If I hadn't seen that post.
If that college girl didn't exist.
Maybe I really would have been moved by the sincerity in his gaze.
But now, meeting those eyes so full of love—
All I felt was the bitter taste of irony.
So love really could be faked.
I said nothing. Just turned and walked away.
But I didn't go far.
I slipped into a café on the ground floor of the hospital, ordered a coffee, and waited.
A few minutes later, Benedict emerged from the building, his white coat gone, walking quickly toward the street.