Direct Experience

The way she was acting only made me even more curious about her true intentions. "I'm listening," I urged for her to tell me her side of the story.

"It was all me, none of him," Diana said before pressing her lips into a thin line.

"As in...?" I mumbled.

"Everything was planned by me, and Bradon knew nothing about it. He was pretty much the victim in the situation as well. I was the one who planned everything and made sure that you had to go out that day in my place," Diana began her confession before taking a pause.

"Go on," I urged patiently. Had I not connected the dots before this, I would have been in for quite a shock.

"I knew that Bradon was going to come to pick you up from the hospital on the day you were supposed to be discharged. So I purposefully set up a photoshoot with the magazine on that day, and I also pretended to be sick so that you would take my place. I knew that being the wonderful sister that you are, you would help me out," she said, her tone starting to sound