Her Stolen Art, His Broken Promises

g white agony that stole the air from my lungs and sent me crashing to the hard,

d poured my soul into becoming a meaningless blur. I heard

voices, shar

an amb

s ble

ed my senses, and the world started to go dark at the edges. The last thing I saw before

the ambulance, the wail of the siren, the feeling of a

hrob now, thanks to whatever they were pumping into my vein

d I could hear two voices whispering urge

My f

who had suddenly become

practiced, worried whisper. It was the same v

atient. "The important thing is, did you get

right there in her bag. With this, my gallery opening will be the

my chest. Her gallery? Using my designs? The ones Mark had

make sure no one connects this back to yo

was planned. They had done this to me. The man I was supposed to marry, th

al injury. It was a deep, internal cramp that made me gasp. A nurse rushed in, her

alled out. "We

aces, urgent medical talk I couldn't understand. But I understood the

faced doctor with sad eyes stood

your abdomen was severe. We did everythi

ba

n't even regi

ten weeks. The secret I was going to share with Mark t

throat, raw and animalistic. I lost it. The last piece of the a beautiful future I thou

opened up inside me. It was all a lie. The love, the promises, the shared drea

he tears streamed down

scream in my mind. We're over. This

nder of what they had taken. It wasn't just my art,

ruises on my skin were a dark, ugly map of their betrayal. The p

erile room, with the devastating knowledge of