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Fatal Affair, Fated Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 957    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

achine. My whole body ached with a deep, throbbing pain. I tried to open

fog. "Mr. O' Connell? Can you hear me? You' re in

room. An IV was taped to my right hand. My left leg was in a mas

I rasped, my th

very lucky. The paramedics said if you' d been found even ten minutes later... well, you' re lucky. Someo

o would have stopped

he time the ambulance got there. A pa

istant, Mark, rushed in. H

came as soon as I h

to see a friendly face. "W

ut a small, stupid part of me hoped she' d had a change of heart, that

d grim. He hesitated, th

calling her, her mother... no one answered. So I che

d me the

s arm around her, and she was leaning into him, looking blissful. The caption read: "Surprise trip to Vega

s after the crash. While I was

een, my heart turni

casino. Chloe was laughing as Ethan showered her with casino chips. In the background, I could see my black cre

up on my own phone, which Mark had placed

t out. Ethan came to pick me up. He said I should get away for a bit to calm my nerves. Anyway, hope

e, not had my leg shattered because of her. She admitted she left.

fying truth fin

that she actively despised me. She saw me as

new, cynical eyes. Every sweet gesture, every loving whisper, e

mily emergency" that coincided perfect

s I had replaced for her, which I l

e had cried, saying yes, but now I remembered the first thing she did after I put the rin

as probably sen

They were a joke. I wasn' t her partner. I was her provider. I wasn'

source to be exploited. A weakness she cou

my head. This was the result of my blindness.

monitor sped up. A wave

I call the nurse?" Mark as

ad. "No, Mar

t time, I understood that Chloe hadn' t just hurt

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Fatal Affair, Fated Love
Fatal Affair, Fated Love
“Three days before my wedding, I held the invitations, a bright future with Chloe Davis unfolding before me. I decided to surprise her at her final dress fitting, full of stupid, happy optimism. But through the boutique window, I saw her with Ethan Miller, her "first love," the broke con artist I'd repeatedly paid off at Chloe's tearful request. Then, hidden in an alley, I heard their conversation: my meticulously planned life was a calculated scam. She called me "pathetic," a "tool," a "walking ATM." She even bragged about how easy I was to manipulate. My five years of pouring everything into her-paying off her loans, buying her a car and her mother a condo, giving Ethan tens of thousands-all of it was a lie designed to extract every penny before she discarded me. The invitations slipped from my numb fingers, scattering on the dirty asphalt as memories flooded back, each sweet moment now tainted with cold, cynical calculation. My heart, once full, was now a charred, worthless spot. The most horrific truth came out when she intentionally crashed our car on the freeway, shattering my leg. She escaped untouched, called Ethan, and left me for dead, only to flaunt her Vegas trip with him on social media, using my credit card, while I fought for my life. I was broken, not just by her betrayal, but by the realization that she hadn' t just hurt me; she had actively despised me, plotting to destroy me and even poisoning my mother to hasten my inheritance. But I wouldn't just be used and discarded. No. This was no longer about a broken heart. This was about my mother. This was about justice.”
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