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When i regained consciousness, the smell of disinfectant filled my nostrils.
Lucas was sitting beside me, arms crossed, looking at me sternly.
“Awake? You played your part well. Was it fun fooling me?”
Lucas’s eyes were as dark as night, unfathomable.
“What do you mean?” My voice was hoarse.
“You’re still lying to me! Staging the accident! Faking the pregnancy! Framing Rachel Is there anything you won’t do?”
Lucas leaned over, grabbing my throat.
He used so much force that I immediately felt suffocated.
If he applied just a bit more pressure, my neck would snap.
Seeing my pained expression, Lucas let go, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out.
“Apologize to Rachel, or I won’t let you off.”
The IV needle tore out, blood immediately gushing from the wound, leaving a trail as he dragged me.
He pushed me into Rachel’s hospital room. Having just experienced a miscarriage and a car accident, my body was extremely weak.
I knelt on the floor, unable to stand up.
“Still pretending? Mia Anderson, you’ve really opened my eyes. You’re not even a fraction as kind as Rachel. Your obedience and understanding were all to cover up your viciousness. You deserved to go blind.”
As he spoke, Lucas took a towel and repeatedly wiped the places he had touched me.
“It wasn’t me,” I said softly, my voice barely audible, drowned out by Rachel’s.
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“Sister Mia, I know you hate me. If you really want Rachel to die, then Rachel is willing to fulfill Sister Mia’s wish.”
With that, Rachel, pale–faced, reached for a fruit knife, about to slit her wrist.
A familiar routine, a familiar formula.
“Rachel!” Lucas snatched the knife away, throwing it aside.
He hugged Rachel, his face full of distress.
“Mia Anderson! Do you have to push Rachel to death? If it weren’t for old times‘ sake, do you think I’d still keep you around?”
Lucas kicked me hard in the abdomen.
Pain swept through my entire body.
My stomach felt hot, blood flowing out.
“Bad luck. If you want to die, go die somewhere else.”
“Rachel, I’ll take you to change rooms.”
Lucas carried Rachel out, his eyes full of concern.
A slap followed by a sweet gesture – the slap was his poison, the sweet gesture his dagger.
For many days after that, Lucas didn’t appear again.
I didn’t need to guess to know where he would be.
The phone rang. It was my mother’s call.
“Mia, Dad and I have booked your flight ticket. Three days from now, we’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Mom, Dad, I miss you.”
Hearing my parents‘ voices, I couldn’t help but feel a lump in my throat.
The true love I gave up everything to pursue turned out to be the sword that stabbed me.
Three days later was also the day Lucas and I had agreed to get our marriage license.
I had thought everything would get back on track.
Lucas took Rachel on a trip to help her recover.
I packed all my belongings and shipped them abroad.
He chased me for three years, I accompanied him for seven.
If plucking a flower was only to tear off its petals and throw them in the trash, I’d rather you never see the flower bloom.
On the third day, I left the abortion medical record on the table and left this place.
Lucas also refused Rachel’s request to continue traveling.
He rushed back from the airport by car to the civil affairs bureau.
While I took a car to the airport.
At the moment our cars passed each other, Rachel said something to Lucas, and he lowered his head to listen carefully.
Lucas, goodbye forever.
