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Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 883    |    Released on: 24/12/2025

gistered what I'd said, too focused on comforting her. Carmen, however, pulled away from him, her eyes wide with undisguised horror

, painting the snow a dizzying red. My strength evaporated, a

r. He watched, stunned, as the dark red stained not just the snow, but my dress, then seeped on

ongue thick and heavy. All I could manage was a choked whimper as

he's bleeding like that..." Her voice trailed off, a chilling understanding dawning in her e

resh gush of blood, hot and sickening, down my legs. He sprinted towards the car, his face a mask of terror. He drove like

hrough my clothes, making a grotesque puddle on the passenger seat. The scent of it, thick and coppery, filled the enclose

range sense of calm began to settle over me, a terrifying resignation. I wanted it to end. I wanted t

s rushed forward, their faces a blur of concern. The bloodied tableau drew shocked stares fr

m! She's bleeding hea

ainst the pain. I was so cold. So tired. I

Carter's voice was frantic, h

ctor said, her voice firm, as t

s eyes wild. "No! I

, I caught one last glimpse of Carter. His face was a twisted mask of despair, his eyes wide with a terror th

A nurse began injecting something into my arm, the liquid a cold ribbon tra

ing the doctor's arm with what little strength I had

eyes searching mine.

ust... take it out. I don't want it to... to suffer. Not like this. Not with him." The last wor

eir faces etched with a profound sadness. Th

ng a beach at sunset. "Someday, Haven," he'd said, his voice husky with emotion, "we'll have a little one. A girl, with your eyes. Or

. The world had won. And I was alone. The warmth of that imagined future faded, replaced by the chilling c

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Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life
“On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen. When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face. He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet. He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child. I left that night and never looked back. Three years later, after building a new life and a successful bakery, he showed up on my doorstep, a ghost of a man, dying of cancer. He collapsed, coughing up blood at my feet, begging for a forgiveness I no longer had to give.”
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