From Blame to Beloved

From Blame to Beloved

Ace Trumper

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I'm going to die soon. That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam. Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured. He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife. When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in front of her triumphant face, sealing my fate. And Chloe's cruel revenge didn't stop there; she was setting my mother's home ablaze when she died in a police chase, and Liam, consumed by grief, still chose to believe her lies, accusing me of murder. Even from my hospital bed, dying from a mysterious illness that was a direct result of that initial crash, my love for him was so absolute I took the blame, confessing to a crime I didn't commit, just to protect my mother and salvage the last shred of his peace. But now, years later, a miracle returns Liam to the day before our wedding, haunted by the future he unknowingly destroyed, armed with the truth, and a burning desire for a second chance.

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I'm going to die soon.

That thought wasn't sad, just a simple fact as I called a late-night radio show, dedicating a song to my husband, Liam.

Liam Hayes, the man who saw me only as a constant reminder of the car crash five years ago, the one that put his ex-girlfriend, Chloe, in a coma and left me severely injured.

He blamed me, never outright, but in every cold glance, every clipped word, every night he spent at her hospital bedside instead of home with me, his wife.

When Chloe miraculously woke, he seized the opportunity, serving me divorce papers right there, in her hospital room, in front of her triumphant face, sealing my fate.

And Chloe's cruel revenge didn't stop there; she was setting my mother's home ablaze when she died in a police chase, and Liam, consumed by grief, still chose to believe her lies, accusing me of murder.

Even from my hospital bed, dying from a mysterious illness that was a direct result of that initial crash, my love for him was so absolute I took the blame, confessing to a crime I didn't commit, just to protect my mother and salvage the last shred of his peace.

But now, years later, a miracle returns Liam to the day before our wedding, haunted by the future he unknowingly destroyed, armed with the truth, and a burning desire for a second chance.

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