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t and content moments ago, hardened into a mask of displeasure. He looked down a

ngth in my voice. "Take me to my

r home. And what about our son? Who will take care of him if you run off to your pare

" I stated, my voice firm de

Anger? He didn't say another word, but his grip on me tightened e

d demanding, cut through the night. She was running afte

sound. "Ethan! Watch out!" She darted into the busy

g behind my eyes. Blood immediately gushed, warm and sticky, down my face. Before I could even register the pain, a speeding motorcycle, swerving

stroking her hair. "My love, are you hurt?" he murmured, his voice thick with concern. Kendall buried h

in the middle of the chaos he had created. He ha

my heart. My love for him, which had stubbornly clung to l

s consu

achines my only companion. I was in the ICU. Days had passed

feigning sleep. His face was pale, stubble darkening his jaw. He looked tir

g with mischief. Now, they were shadowed with something ugly, something I no long

s eyes widening when he saw me. "Audrey! My God, you're awake!" He lunged forward, grabbing my han

g to a harsh whisper. "Your ridiculous demand to go to

g but a cold void. He was blaming m

it!" I choked out, my voice raw.

t, his voice laced with venom. "She was terrified! She's delicate! You're the one who's always so dramatic, so hysterical. She's

furious. The injustice, the sheer a

otions. You should try it. Be like her. Dignified." He stood up, pacing the small room. "You know what? I'm

ouldn't breathe. My heart monitor shr

ile. "Kendall, my love! Are you alright?" He walked out of the room, his v

The last thing I saw was the terrified faces of the medical staff before dark