Wesley and Cecelia took really good care of Blair. With her health getting better, Wesley started planning their wedding.

On the third night after she woke up, something occurred to her out of the blue.

"Wesley!" Blair yelled at him while he was lying next to her in bed ready to sleep.

“What? Are you not feeling well?" He sat up right away.

“No. I just remembered something."

“What is it?"

“What did you say about me to Dad?"

Wesley didn't understand.

"To Dad? Nothing."

Blair glared at him, fury plain in her eyes.

“We should break up.”

Wesley was stunned.

“What are you talking about?"

“Somebody called me a slut."

Wesley had a sharp memory. He knew what she was talking about. After realizing that the so-called “Mom's bestie" was actually Blair, he had prepared himself for this moment of reckoning.

Awkwardness crept upon his face.

"I didn't know it was you..

“Didn't know? Niles told you so many times

“ALL he kept saying was 'Mom's bestie this' and 'Mom's bestie that." It never occurred to me that it could be you. If I had known, I would have come to you sooner." Wesley had been so fed up with this "Mom's bestie" that he could have strangled Niles.

" She sounded weak and sad.

"I'm not good enough for you. So, just let me go," she said, shaking off his arm.

“How is that even possible?" He hadn't thought of letting her go even while she had been in a coma. Now that she was healthy and vigorous, he would only hold on to her tighter

“But I'm not a good woman, right? What if my loose lifestyle rubs off on you?"

Wesley kissed her on the forehead with a smile.

"Sweetie, I made a mistake. If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have said that. You believe me, don't you?"