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You Chose Her: Now Watch Me Leave

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 869    |    Released on: 16/12/2025

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for a stranger passing on the

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e," I said,

e to understand. Michael... he isn't trying to hurt

I said. "I truly

ch my arm away,

r eyes wide and wet. "He tal

se in my throat. I yanked my arm back ha

ady herself, but her hand slammed into a large de

crashed to

ded outward

ce of ceramic had sliced across her forearm. Blood wel

my footing. My slipper slid

down ba

ainst the wall wit

round the edges. Pain detonated in my skull. I slu

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was a roar that

. He didn't even glance my way. His

ing the blood streaming down he

floor, clutching my throbbing head. I felt somethi

ent," Selena cried, clutching

nto his arms as if

n at me with eyes devoid of humanity. "I don't care wh

d his ba

d the nurses' statio

lone. The hallway began to spin,

swimming in my vision. "Ma'am?

pered, letting the

k in my hospital bed. My

ainst the nightsta

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he door

king disheveled,

said, his tone accusatory.

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thick bandage wrapped around my head. H

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didn't pull away. I just let my han

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know each other before

hifted imperceptibly

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“I was the Hayes heiress, the silent engine behind my husband's startup, and the woman carrying his child. But while I sat in the waiting room, rubbing my six-month-pregnant belly, Michael was on Instagram posting a photo of his "friend" Selena's baby with the caption: *My little Prince, Michael II.* He claimed it was a joke. He claimed I was hormonal. But when Selena fell ill with leukemia, the mask finally slipped. He didn't just ask me to get tested for a bone marrow transplant; he begged me to cut myself open for the woman who treated me like an intruder in my own marriage. I asked him the only question that mattered: "If we were both dying, who would you save?" He didn't hesitate. "Selena." He lied to me about a business trip to Singapore so he could donate his kidney to her. He wanted to be her hero. He didn't know that while he was under anesthesia saving her, I was alone in a cold hospital room, losing our baby. When he finally woke up, expecting my devotion, he found the villa stripped bare. On his desk sat a signed divorce decree and a medical report: *Fetal Demise.* Underneath, I left one final note: *He would have had your eyes. But you were too busy looking at her.* I didn't just leave him. I took my money, erased my existence, and vanished into thin air.”
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