"Your child is atoning for your sins."
Evan's voice was cold and merciless.
I snapped open my eyes and glared at him with hatred. My child, solely mine, and this man had no part in it, his cruelty knew no bounds.
I scoffed coldly, "Atonement? What sins is he atoning for? Evan, you'll regret your cruelty today. Whether I live or die, I will haunt you endlessly."
I ripped the IV from my hand, flung off the blankets, and climbed out of bed. I pushed him, shouting, "Get out, just get out!"
I looked like a madwoman, my hair a mess, my face sickly.My movements so sudden that they split my stitched wounds, my hospital gown soaked with fresh blood.
Evan stood before me, eyebrows furrowed, his face cold. His icy stare moved from my face to my blood-stained gown.
Finally, I exhausted all my strength and collapsed on the floor beside the bed.
Ignoring the pain and injuries, my gaze burned with hatred for the man I once deeply loved.
He seemed stunned by my state, pausing when his eyes fell on the blood on the floor. He calmly called out, "Doctor."
I watched him and smirked sarcastically, "Is calling a doctor going to help? Some wounds once made can never be healed."
I gazed down at the spreading blood on the floor and burst into crazed laughter.
My laughter stopped the moment the operating room door closed.
Anesthetics numbed my physical pain, yet no one could ease the agony of my heart. Every heartbeat felt like a stab from a sharp knife, excruciatingly painful.
As long as my heart beats, the pain persists.
My eyes, filled with hatred, fixed on the man by the window. The depth of my love for him has turned into equally deep hatred.
Despite my emotional turmoil, he stood completely calm, his expression unreadable, showing no hint of his feelings.
Overwhelming exhaustion slowly enveloped me, and sleepiness caused me to lose consciousness.
I awoke suddenly, startling Quinn, who was arranging flowers. She knocked the vase off the table.
She ran out to call for a doctor.
My gaze stayed on the white ceiling, uninterested in what was happening around me.
The doctor examined me, announced I was fine, and then left.
Quinn gripped my cold hand, comforting me with the words, "It's over now, let it go. As long as you are okay, nothing else worth harming your own body."
I gave a silent, bitter laugh. My love had already left my body riddled with wounds, scarred beyond repair.
While I was eating, Evan approached.
He stood not far away, his gaze intense as he watched me.
I stopped eating and glared at him.
"Thinking you can escape by feigning illness won't work. You have to face some things," Evan's voice was cold and ruthless.
Quinn gave me a sympathetic look.
I scoffed coldly, "Evan, if I can face the horror of loving you, there's nothing I'm afraid of."
Evan frowned, his expression darkening, and the air around him seemed to chill.
"Don't play games with me. You won't get anything from me."
