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“Alright, babe. You’re sweating already” Nancy purred, looping her perfectly manicured fingers through Declan’s arm. “Let’s go didn’t you promise me a new designer bag?”
She cast a bored glance at me lying broken on the ground like trash.
“I’m done wasting time on this bitch. She’s probably tired of breathing anyway,” she added with a cruel smirk.
Declan didn’t spare me another glance. He turned to her with a soft smile that made me nauseous and scooped her into his arms like a fairy tale prince.
The monster who had just tried to kill me was gone. In his place stood the man who once whispered he loved me.
“It’s my fault, sweetheart, he murmured,
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nuzzling her cheek. “I lost track of time and made you suffer.”
He kissed her forehead gently, like she was made of glass. “That woman dared to upset you today. To make up for it, why don’t we buy out the entire new collection?”
“You’re the best!” Nancy giggled and kissed him on the cheek, shooting me a smug look that made my blood boil.
He carried her toward a black luxury car gleaming under the sun like sin on wheels.
As the door opened, a wave of pain shot through me–but so did rage.
No.
No, I wouldn’t let him leave. Not after everything.
Fueled by heartbreak and betrayal, I dragged my bloodied body forward, one hand
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reaching out with everything I had left.
“Declan!” I croaked, my voice hoarse and raw. The trail of blood I left behind snaked across the pavement, dark and damning.
I pounded on the car window. Through the tinted glass, I saw his face twist in disgust…
“You’re still alive?” His voice was sharp and cold. “Are you trying to die?!”
The door flung open, slamming into me with brutal force. I hit the pavement hard, something inside me cracking–maybe a rib, maybe my heart. I didn’t care. I needed
answers.
I clawed my way forward again and gripped the car door.
But Nancy’s voice chimed in sweetly, “Ignore her, baby. She’s just a ghost begging to be buried.”
She vanked the door shut.
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She yanked the door shut.
My coat got caught.
The car roared to life.
I screamed.
The engine drowned out my cries as the car sped forward, dragging me along the asphalt. Skin tore. Heat and pain exploded through me. I felt every inch of that road scrape into my bones.
My body was nothing but fire and agony, dragged for what felt like forever.
When the car finally stopped, I was barely conscious. My breath came in shallow gasps. The silence in my womb was the worst of all.
I couldn’t feel my baby anymore.
“Please…” I whimpered, vision blurred.
Declan stepped out, looking down at me like I was filth on his boots. And then he kicked me.
“You psycho! Trying to scam us now?!” he shouted. “You ruined my car! You want to die so badly? I’ll f*cking help you!”
He climbed back into the driver’s seat.
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I lay there, helpless, barely able to cry.
The engine revved.
No.
No, no, no.
The tires screamed, and then they crushed my legs with a sickening crack.
The pain was blinding.
My scream was so loud, it tore through the air like a dying animal’s cry–until my vocal
He ran me over. Once. Twice. Again.
Everything blurred. The blood. The heat. The screams I could no longer make.
I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. But I could feel it. I could feel the agony. I could feel my baby slipping away.
A shadow loomed over me. A sharp heel pressed against my stomach.
Nancy Blanchard.
“Is she finally dead?” she asked casually, as if she were talking about a bug she stepped
- on.
Declan snorted. “Even if she isn’t, she won’t last long. Weak little bitch. So easy to break.”
He sounded bored.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of it later.”
My band twitebed I tried to mov
move To
To scream. To fight.
But my body gave out.
My heart shattered.
The man who once cried over a scratch on my hand had just shattered my entire soul.
The lights went out.
