“What are you doing, Mel! I don’t blame you at all. Get up, now.”
Giselle pretended to help me up while exposing a huge part of her skin planted with love bites–her way of asserting her
dominance.
I immediately backed off when I saw the gleam of a pair of scissors she had been hiding. Pressing myself into the corner, I
wrapped my arms around my knees. I was trembling.
The world around me fell silent.
Giselle pouted, looking pitiable, but her words to Hansel were lost to me.
Then a shadow loomed over me. Hansel reached down to pull me up, but I resisted. I pushed hard against the wall.
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His face twisted with rage as he shouted something I couldn’t make out.
Only when he walked away, hand in hand with Giselle, did his words finally reach me.
“Melissa, I guess you’re the one who’s sick! You’d better reflect on your actions. Meet me again when you’re finally willing to
apologize!”
Oh, had he finally realized the truth? I had been the one with depression, not him.
I had been taking care of a patient who was faking his depression, just for him to end up cheating on me with his psychologist.
“Melissa! Melissa!” Colin rushed into the room. His concerned voice jolted me back to reality.
He kindly arranged for me to be hospitalized.
A familiar figure came into my view in the hospital corridor. It was the driver who crashed into me five years ago in a drunk- driving incident, causing me to lose my pregnancy that came after eight rounds of IVF.
I could recognize that guy even if he turned into ashes. My messy mind cleared up in an instant. I furtively followed him to the
stairs.
A familiar female voice rang out.
“I’ve paid you five million dollars! Don’t be greedy. Aren’t you scared I might call the cops on you?”
“Great! Do that! Giselle Pellington, you were the one who paid me to run over that pregnant lady. I still keep the recording as evidence. You’ll be implicated too if you call the cops on me!”
Blood rushed through my veins. I lost my balance, and my body rammed against the door. Fearing they might see me, I stumbled
my way back to my patient room.
A sharp pain tore through my heart.
I had always thought that my unborn child was simply unlucky to have been caught in the car accident. But I never expected that the accident wasn’t just a coincidence. It had been intentional.
My unborn child… was murdered by Giselle Pellington!
I wondered if Hansel knew the truth.
The door to my room flung open. Hansel rushed in and grabbed my hand nervously.
“Mel, why are you being hospitalized all of a sudden?”
