The Maid Steals My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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"Bed 21, time for your meds."
The nurse's bright voice pulled me from sleep. I blinked, groggy, the last wisps of a dream clinging to me. Right—today was Benjamin and Mia's wedding.
Time dragged in this place. I'd been here ever since—no, let's be honest—ever since they locked me in.
The pills sat on the table, waiting. The doctors called it schizophrenia.
My parents called it "talking to the air."
But I wasn't talking to the air. I was talking to her—eighteen-year-old Eleanor. She was right there, beside me.
They didn't believe me. And that pissed her off.
So here I stayed.
Who'd even visit me now besides my parents?
I swallowed the pills slowly. The meds fogged my head, but not enough to forget—today was my birthday.
And Benjamin's wedding.
Like I cared.
Eighteen-year-old Eleanor chattered away, grinning. "I've got a surprise for you!"
She'd been fading since I got here—only showing up late at night, and even then, just for a little while.
After the birthday present bit, her tone shifted. "Eleanor, I'm leaving. Be safe."
No sadness. No hesitation. Just pride, shining in her eyes.
"Don't cry. You're prettiest when you smile."
She reached out, brushing a tear from my cheek. "Eleanor, you're amazing. I love who you've become."
Her voice softened. "Stay healthy. Be happy."
Then, with one last grin: "You've never let me down. Never."
Her touch lingered—warm, real—before she pulled away. "This is for the best."
A pause.
"I'm proud of you, Eleanor."
Dazed, I found myself at the mirror, wiping my face. Her reflection shimmered, fading—but not before she stuck out her tongue, goofy, just to make me laugh.
I smiled. "Goodbye, Eleanor."
Somewhere, a doctor scribbled notes.
"Patient in Bed 21 has successfully integrated. Primary personality dominant. Treatment complete."
The nurse's bright voice pulled me from sleep. I blinked, groggy, the last wisps of a dream clinging to me. Right—today was Benjamin and Mia's wedding.
Time dragged in this place. I'd been here ever since—no, let's be honest—ever since they locked me in.
The pills sat on the table, waiting. The doctors called it schizophrenia.
My parents called it "talking to the air."
But I wasn't talking to the air. I was talking to her—eighteen-year-old Eleanor. She was right there, beside me.
They didn't believe me. And that pissed her off.
So here I stayed.
Who'd even visit me now besides my parents?
I swallowed the pills slowly. The meds fogged my head, but not enough to forget—today was my birthday.
And Benjamin's wedding.
Like I cared.
Eighteen-year-old Eleanor chattered away, grinning. "I've got a surprise for you!"
She'd been fading since I got here—only showing up late at night, and even then, just for a little while.
After the birthday present bit, her tone shifted. "Eleanor, I'm leaving. Be safe."
No sadness. No hesitation. Just pride, shining in her eyes.
"Don't cry. You're prettiest when you smile."
She reached out, brushing a tear from my cheek. "Eleanor, you're amazing. I love who you've become."
Her voice softened. "Stay healthy. Be happy."
Then, with one last grin: "You've never let me down. Never."
Her touch lingered—warm, real—before she pulled away. "This is for the best."
A pause.
"I'm proud of you, Eleanor."
Dazed, I found myself at the mirror, wiping my face. Her reflection shimmered, fading—but not before she stuck out her tongue, goofy, just to make me laugh.
I smiled. "Goodbye, Eleanor."
Somewhere, a doctor scribbled notes.
"Patient in Bed 21 has successfully integrated. Primary personality dominant. Treatment complete."
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