Finding Peace, Not Love

Finding Peace, Not Love

Gavin

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Tonight was my engagement gala to Arthur, the renowned art dealer who was my mentor, my patron, and my entire world. He was giving a speech when he suddenly abandoned me on stage, in front of hundreds of guests, to rush to the side of his beautiful, widowed sister-in-law, Isabella. The public humiliation was crushing, but the true horror came later. I found them together, their long-standing affair undeniable, and in the ensuing confrontation, I fell down a flight of stairs and cracked my head open. At the hospital, I was bleeding out and in desperate need of a blood transfusion. I watched as Arthur, the man I loved, grabbed a doctor. But he didn't point at me. He pointed at Isabella, who was faking a fainting spell beside him. "Give her the blood!" he screamed, his voice filled with panic. "My fiancée is pregnant with my child!" He was willing to let me die. The man I had pulled from the depths of grief, whose career I had sacrificed my own to rebuild, was ready to sacrifice my life for his manipulative mistress and her fabricated pregnancy. My love wasn't just unrequited; it was a liability he was trying to discard. As my vision faded to black, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ice. When I opened my eyes again, the girl who loved Arthur Thorne was dead. And the woman who would destroy him had just been born.

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Tonight was my engagement gala to Arthur, the renowned art dealer who was my mentor, my patron, and my entire world.

He was giving a speech when he suddenly abandoned me on stage, in front of hundreds of guests, to rush to the side of his beautiful, widowed sister-in-law, Isabella.

The public humiliation was crushing, but the true horror came later.

I found them together, their long-standing affair undeniable, and in the ensuing confrontation, I fell down a flight of stairs and cracked my head open.

At the hospital, I was bleeding out and in desperate need of a blood transfusion.

I watched as Arthur, the man I loved, grabbed a doctor.

But he didn't point at me.

He pointed at Isabella, who was faking a fainting spell beside him.

"Give her the blood!" he screamed, his voice filled with panic. "My fiancée is pregnant with my child!"

He was willing to let me die.

The man I had pulled from the depths of grief, whose career I had sacrificed my own to rebuild, was ready to sacrifice my life for his manipulative mistress and her fabricated pregnancy.

My love wasn't just unrequited; it was a liability he was trying to discard.

As my vision faded to black, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ice.

When I opened my eyes again, the girl who loved Arthur Thorne was dead.

And the woman who would destroy him had just been born.

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