Chapter 1
“Back in college, you hired people to mess with Leah, made the whole class freeze her out. She couldn’t even go back to the dorm for a month.”
“And right before graduation, you had her final project deleted. Sharon Cartier missed out on an award because of it, and Leah got dragged into an empty classroom and had her hand broken.”
“Counting this time, that makes ninety-three. Just six more, and it’ll be enough to put together a confession book for Vivi. She’ll be moved to tears when she sees how dedicated you are!”
A wave of nausea slammed into me. The love I thought was heaven-sent turned out to be nothing but cold, calculated revenge.
I tried to leave, but my body—still weak from surgery—gave out, and I crashed to the floor. Pain ripped through me as the incision tore open, blood soaking my gown.
The doctors warned me not to donate—my health was always shaky. But I did it anyway, desperate to ease Harvey’s pain.
This was the hospital’s fanciest VIP ward—completely empty to keep it quiet for him. The second I hit the floor, they noticed.
Harvey’s face twisted when he saw me. “Leah, you just had surgery—how are you here?”
Before I could answer, he shoved the guy next to him. “Go help Leah! Get her wound treated!”
His friends scrambled to pick me up and set me on the bed. Harvey stroked my face, all fake tenderness.
He grabbed a bottle of disinfectant from the table. “The doctors are busy. Let me clean it for now, okay? Once they’re free, they’ll rebandage it.”
He sounded just as gentle as always. If I didn’t know better, I might’ve seen guilt in his eyes. But I knew now—it was all an act.
It hit me then—he ignored me for three years, but the second the exam results dropped, he suddenly confessed. All for his precious Vivi Baldwin.
I actually thought my sincerity moved him. Knew he used to love her, but I still gave him everything.
