Too Late For Your Second Chance

t of me? My mind reeled, trying to process the sheer audacity, the brutal cruelty of his words. Frida's face lit up, a triumphant, sickeningly sweet s

ere, Adelle," he said, his voice dripping with venom.

I say? What was there to say? "It has nothing to do with me," I

ness, he lowered his head and kissed Frida. A long, lingering kiss, right there, in front of me, in my hosp

ast cold, assessing look at me, led her out of the room.

light. It was done. Truly, irrevocably done. And in a bizarre way, a sense of perverse relief washed over me. This was what I needed. This publ

t morning. My phone, still shattered from my outburst at the f

rida. She emerged from her lavish suite, her hair gleaming, a silk scarf draped just so around her neck. Sh

t you'd have run away by now. Bentley and I are celebrating our engagement." She gestured around her

ay towards the bathroom, m

us. Said you're desperate. He's so sweet, constantly reassuring me. He says he'll take care of everything." She then thrust her wrist forward, displ

a small silver charm of an artist's palette. He'd painstakingly chosen it, telling me i

her. The ultimate insult. He hadn't just moved on; he had desecra

ir. My calm, blank stare infuriated her. Her smile vanished, replaced by a sneer. "You think you've won something, don't you? With your little recordings and your sad, pathetic revenge plo

, falling backwards, over the low railing, towards the hard tiles of the hospital's gr

ng against the polished marble. I gasped, curling into a fetal position, ev

iar voice, sharp with anger. "What the he

arms were wrapped around Frida, who was sobbing uncontrollably. "She tried to push me, Bentley

d form, at the blood slowly seeping onto the white floor from a fresh cut on my

oice thin and reedy. "She pus

ever. You' re just trying to get attention." He tightened his grip on Frida, pulling her closer,

os of the hospital lobby. They left me lying there, a broken heap on the cold floor, jus

ns of love, his unwavering trust in me. "I'll always believe you, Adelle. Always." His words, once a comfort, n

g apart. Tears, hot and silent, streamed down my temples, pooling on the cold m