It was the fourth year of my marriage to Brandon Hayes when a car accident stole his memory. Three years later, swayed by Chloe Davis’s lies, Brandon personally forced me to terminate our child. “Riley Maxwell, if you’re so determined not to have my children, then none of them will stay!” Watching the cold, resolute gaze in Brandon’s eyes, I finally gave up on our marriage. But just as I turned to walk away, another accident jolted all his memories back. It was the seventh year of our marriage when Brandon finally forced me to terminate our child. All because three years prior, I had miscarried our first child. “Brandon Hayes, is this what you wanted?” Pale and weak, I lay on the hospital bed, my eyes vacant as I stared at the ceiling. “No, Riley Maxwell, this is what *you* wanted.” “Back then, wasn’t this the decision *you* made?” As he spoke, Brandon’s eyes began to redden at the corners, but his gaze remained chillingly cold. He reached out, his fingers brutally clenching my jaw. “Riley Maxwell, if you’re so determined not to have my children, then none of them will stay!” Brandon’s eyes blazed with fury, yet tears welled in their depths. Staring into his enraged eyes, I parted my lips, but in the end, I uttered not a single word. What was there to say? Should I tell him that our first child was lost due to *his* mistake? But what was done was done. Even if I said it now, what would it change? I’d hidden the truth back then only because I didn’t want him to be too heartbroken. Now, it seemed there was no need for him to know the truth at all. At this thought, my hand, which had been resting on my lower abdomen, clenched into a tight fist. Brandon and I were classmates, always swapping between first and second place in our grades. Through studying together, our connection deepened, and we naturally fell in love. Not long after graduation, Brandon proposed to me. For four years, our relationship was solid, our only regret being the absence of a child. We tried many methods, even three rounds of IVF, but still, I couldn’t conceive. Then, three years ago, I became pregnant by accident! Brandon was so thrilled, he immediately decided to take me on a trip. But who knew? On the way, Brandon mistakenly pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. A car accident. We lost the baby, and Brandon lost his memory. When he woke up, however, Brandon believed the lies of Chloe Davis, who had always secretly loved him. She told him I had terminated our child for a dead ex-boyfriend, and that his accident happened because he was too eager to drive me to the clinic. So he hated me. Hated me so much he wouldn’t let me go. I had wanted to explain, but the words would just get stuck in my throat. I loved him; how could I bear to hurt him with the truth? But then, Brandon hurt me, again and again. I wasn’t without thoughts of divorce, but ten years of history – how could it just vanish? Still, I never imagined Brandon’s hatred would drive him to terminate our second child. The moment I touched my lower abdomen, the last flicker of love I held for Brandon vanished completely. “Brandon, what’s wrong?” Just then, the hospital room door burst open again, and Chloe rushed in, her face etched with anxiety. Hearing Chloe’s voice, Brandon released my jaw. He turned to look at Chloe, his eyes softened with tenderness. “Nothing’s wrong, just missed you a little!” With that, Brandon walked over to Chloe, wrapped his arm around her waist, and playfully tapped her nose. “Haven’t seen you in days, did you miss me too?” “Brandon…” Leaning into Brandon’s embrace, Chloe’s cheeks flushed. “Oh, right, that necklace I promised you the other day? I’ve already picked it out. Let’s go see if you like it!” “Okay, thank you, Brandon!” Chloe then lightly pecked Brandon’s lips. But her gaze flickered to me, still lying on the hospital bed, a smirk she couldn’t quite hide curving her lips. Brandon held Chloe tighter, his icy stare meeting my empty eyes. Without another word, he turned and left the room with Chloe. Watching Brandon and Chloe walk away, clinging to each other, my tears finally fell. Perhaps, it was truly time for me to let go. I pulled out my phone, sent a text to Liam Henderson, then booked a flight to Europe for two weeks later.
After Brandon left with Chloe, he never came back. I handled my own discharge from the hospital, all by myself. Once I’d packed everything, I returned to Brandon’s family mansion. The moment I opened the door, I saw Chloe stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. “Oh, Riley, back so early?” Chloe’s voice wasn’t loud, but it pierced my ears like a shriek. “Riley, I’m so sorry, my clothes got dirty, so Brandon told me to wash up here!” Chloe’s face, flushed from the steam, showed a hint of shy seduction. “Why are you telling her so much?” Just then, Brandon emerged from the bedroom. His eyes, filled with affection, gazed at Chloe. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you smell wonderful!” Watching Brandon and Chloe’s intimate display, my heart twisted in pain. I couldn’t help but clench my jaw, my hands trembling as I balled them into fists. Once, his tenderness was exclusively mine. But now, all he had for me was hatred. Suddenly, the dazzling necklace around Chloe’s neck made my pupils constrict. That “Sunrise Mountain” necklace, I had designed it myself, and Brandon had personally crafted it. He’d given it to me as a wedding gift during our ceremony. It was the beginning of our love story. But now, Brandon had personally given it to someone else. Fighting back the pain in my heart, I pulled the divorce papers from my bag. “Brandon Hayes, let’s get a divorce!” Those words made Brandon freeze. He released Chloe and strode towards me. His eyes, meeting my wounded gaze, flickered for a moment before hardening into an icy stare. “Riley Maxwell, what did you say?” “Brandon Hayes, let’s get a divorce,” I repeated, my voice steady. For years, I had waited, waited for Brandon to regain his memory, waited for Brandon to say he loved me. But now, I didn’t want to wait anymore. Love or not, the wounds I’d suffered could never truly heal. “Heh, Riley Maxwell, divorce? Don’t even think about it.” With that, Brandon seized my wrist, his grip like a vice. His eyes were dark, unreadable, but his trembling hands betrayed his rage. “Riley Maxwell, are you planning to divorce me to go find that ex-boyfriend of yours who’s long dead?” “Riley Maxwell, I’m telling you, it’s impossible. You belong to Brandon Hayes in life, and you’ll be his ghost in death. I’ll keep you by my side just to torment you.” “Riley Maxwell, this is your retribution, you deserve it.” Then, Brandon lowered himself, kissing my lips with a frantic intensity. Brandon’s kiss was possessive, demanding, and brooked no refusal. I struggled for a long time, but couldn’t break free from his embrace. Suddenly, Brandon let out a cry of pain, then released me. “Riley Maxwell, are you insane?” Brandon wiped the blood from his lip, then glanced at the blood on my own. He frowned deeply. “Brandon Hayes, I’ve left the divorce agreement here. I’ll be staying at my studio during this time.” With that, I placed the divorce agreement on the table, then walked into the bedroom and retrieved my suitcase. I didn’t have much to pack, so I quickly finished. But as I was leaving the house, Brandon called out to me again. “Riley Maxwell, dreaming of divorce? You wish.” Then, Brandon angrily picked up the divorce agreement from the table and tore it into shreds. Watching the torn pieces of the agreement scatter across the floor felt like watching my own shattered heart, never to be whole again. Without turning around, I simply said, “As you wish,” then dragged my suitcase out of the mansion.
After leaving the mansion, I went straight to my studio. I quickly cleared out a small room, put my things away, and immediately began working on my new designs. The “Starlight” competition that weekend was an international fashion design event, and I’d signed up a month ago. If Brandon hadn’t dragged me to the clinic, my design draft would have been finished ages ago. I picked up my pen and sketched on the paper until late into the night before finally putting it down. Looking at the finished design, I rubbed my tired eyes. I carefully put the drawing away and walked into the bedroom. But what I never expected was to wake up the next morning to find my studio looking as if it had been ransacked, everything in disarray. My design sketches were torn into pieces and scattered everywhere, and the clothes I’d been working on had been cut to shreds with scissors. Seeing the havoc, I clenched my hands. I knew this had to be Chloe. She had pulled stunts like this more than once or twice. I just hadn’t expected that even after I changed the locks, Chloe would still find a way in to destroy my things. Just then, the culprit swaggered in from outside the studio, a triumphant look on her face. “Oh dear, Riley, what… happened here?” Chloe feigned surprise, then covered her mouth and chuckled. “Riley, even if you’re fighting with Brandon, you shouldn’t take it out on your own work!” With that, Chloe squatted down, daintily picking up a torn sketch with her fingertips. “Look, just look at this! Such beautiful work, tsk tsk tsk, ruined. What a shame.” “What are you doing here?” Watching Chloe’s smug expression, my hands clenched tighter and tighter. “Me? Oh, I just wanted to see what you, a discarded woman, could possibly do after leaving the Hayes family.” Chloe tossed the crumpled sketch she held, then dismissively brushed her hands together. She then pulled out the “Sunrise Mountain” necklace from her bag. “Yesterday, when you looked at this necklace, it seemed quite important to you, didn’t it?” “But…” Chloe then let go. The necklace, losing its support, dropped straight to the floor with a crisp clatter. “But to me, it’s just trash.” Having said that, Chloe stepped on the necklace with one foot. “Oh, and by the way, let me tell you another secret.” Seeing my rising fury, Chloe’s smile widened. She lifted her foot, slowly walked over to me, bent down, and whispered softly in my ear: “Riley, do you know? That car accident three years ago? I was behind it!” That single, soft sentence made my pupils constrict instantly. “You… what did you say?” My voice trembled as I stared at Chloe in disbelief. “Surprised?” Chloe chuckled. “I just paid someone to tamper with the brakes.” “This is all your fault. Why did you get pregnant with Brandon’s child?” “If it weren’t for you, Brandon wouldn’t have been in that car accident. Riley Maxwell, it’s all your fault.” As Chloe lightly chuckled, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart by a thousand knives. If not for that accident, Brandon and I would be a happy family of three now. And now, she was telling me it was a human act, not fate. Unable to hold back any longer, I raised my hand, already clenched into a fist. Just then, Chloe suddenly seized my hand mid-air. “Riley, don’t, don’t do this! This is a gift from Brandon, don’t ruin it…” Immediately after, before I could react, Chloe deliberately fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, Brandon’s icy voice echoed from behind me. “What are you doing?”
“Brandon, w-w-w-why… Brandon, you’re finally here…” Seeing Brandon walk over with a grim expression, Chloe quickly scrambled to her feet, her face tear-streaked. “Brandon, I just wanted to persuade Riley not to be so impulsive, not to insist on a divorce.” “But, but the moment I arrived, I saw Riley cut all these things up…” “I tried to stop her, but Riley tore off my necklace the moment she saw it…” “She, she said that if it’s trash she doesn’t want, then I shouldn’t have it either…” “Brandon, this… this is the necklace you gave me, how could it be trash she doesn’t want…” Chloe then opened her palm, revealing the necklace. But seeing the necklace broken in two in her hand, Chloe’s tears flowed even more fiercely. “This, this, how did it break… Boo hoo hoo… Brandon, I’m sorry… It’s my fault, I didn’t protect the necklace you gave me… I’m sorry…” With that, Chloe clutched the necklace, sobbing uncontrollably in Brandon’s arms. “Trash she doesn’t want?” Listening to Chloe’s fragmented words, Brandon’s eyes darkened. He took the necklace from Chloe’s palm and walked towards me, step by step. “You said it’s trash?” Brandon’s voice was low, his eyes dark and unreadable as he stared at me. “I…” Meeting Brandon’s angry gaze, I bit my lip and said nothing. What did it matter if it was trash or not? He had already given it to Chloe, which meant, in his heart, the necklace no longer held its original meaning. So why bother caring if I had said such a thing? “Hmph.” Suddenly, Brandon let out a cold scoff. He tightly clenched the necklace in his hand and suddenly flung it upwards. The necklace cut an arc through the air, then fell directly to the floor with a sharp clang. “If it’s trash, then we don’t need it.” Without waiting for me to speak, Brandon turned, took Chloe’s hand, and walked out of the studio. Watching Brandon’s retreating back and the broken necklace on the floor, my heart had already gone numb from the pain. I cleaned up the mess on the floor, throwing all the cut and torn items into the trash. That included the broken necklace. Then, I grabbed my bag and left. With the competition approaching, I had no time, nor did I want to waste it on these things. Chloe had ruined many of my materials, and I still needed to finish the outfits before the competition. The next few days, Chloe didn’t bother me. I immersed myself in the studio, focusing solely on my work. The weekend quickly arrived. Early in the morning, I packed my things, ready to head to the venue. But just as I stepped out of the studio, Brandon’s silver Porsche appeared conspicuously at the entrance. “Get in.” Brandon’s cold voice startled me, then I felt a wave of resignation. Right. I was his wife, the Hayes family’s daughter-in-law. Whether it was seven years ago or after the accident, we were always the affectionate, model couple in public. For an international competition like “Starlight,” where Brandon was a special guest, it was only natural for us, as husband and wife, to attend together. But, since I had already decided to divorce him, why should I care about the Hayes family’s reputation or Brandon’s “face”? At this thought, I turned and started walking in the opposite direction. “I told you to get in the car, are you deaf?” Seeing me turn away, Brandon frowned tightly. He quickly opened the car door, rushed after me, and grabbed my wrist. “Brandon Hayes, why should I listen to you?” I looked up, meeting Brandon’s icy gaze. Brandon froze. He had never expected me to resist him. The hand gripping my wrist trembled involuntarily, then a hint of anger entered his eyes. “Riley Maxwell, you’re my wife. If you don’t listen to me, who will you listen to?” With that, without waiting for my reply, Brandon forcefully shoved me into the car.
What I didn’t expect was that the moment I sat in the passenger seat, Chloe, in the back, greeted me with a wide smile. “Good morning, Riley!” “I’m also participating in the competition, so Brandon offered to give me a ride too!” Chloe then lifted her hand, deliberately fiddling with a new necklace Brandon had given her. I glanced indifferently at Chloe. The necklace didn’t capture my attention, but Chloe’s dress surprised me. We were both wearing the same dress. The only difference was that mine was pure white, while Chloe’s was a dazzling wine red. “Riley, you don’t mind, do you?” Hearing Chloe’s words, I didn’t want to engage her. I simply closed my eyes in the passenger seat. Beside me, Brandon drove, his face grim. Neither of us noticed the jealous, fierce glare in Chloe’s eyes from the backseat. Soon, the car arrived at the venue. Reporters had already swarmed the entrance, blocking it completely. Brandon opened the car door and, ever the gentleman, helped me out. Under the flashing cameras, we remained that loving couple. Brandon led me into the competition venue. He held my hand, fingers intertwined, all the way to the backstage area, where he left me with a tender kiss on my forehead before leaving. The whole world envied me for marrying the heir to the Hayes fortune. But only I knew that all of it was just an act. In love, happiness is something only you truly know. Shaking off those thoughts, I turned and immersed myself in the intense competition. The event proceeded smoothly until my and Chloe’s designs were revealed, causing an uproar. Our two creations were identical! “How… how could this be?” Chloe was the first to speak, staring at the two identical dresses on stage. “This… this is my design that I worked so hard on for over two weeks, how could this happen?” “So, you’re implying that Mrs. Hayes plagiarized your work?” Just then, someone from the crowd spoke, eliciting laughter from the audience. “Exactly! Mrs. Hayes wouldn’t stoop to plagiarizing your stuff.” “Hahahaha, who is this person? Doesn’t she know her place? Dares to compete like this, hahahaha, so overconfident.” “No, that’s not right. If the designs are identical, she definitely plagiarized Mrs. Hayes! People who plagiarize others’ work should be thrown out…” “Yeah, throw her out, throw her out…” The scene quickly spiraled out of control until the organizers sent staff to restore order. “I didn’t, I really didn’t… This truly is the design I spent over two weeks creating… I even have my drafts here.” With that, Chloe pulled out her design sketches from her bag. “If you still don’t believe me, you can ask Brandon. He watched me draw every line and sew every stitch…” Having said that, Chloe cast a pleading look at Brandon. Hearing Chloe’s words, the entire venue fell silent. Everyone’s gaze shifted to Brandon, who sat in the special guest section. “Hm.” Brandon didn’t deny it. His single, faint affirmation, however, pushed me directly into the storm. “Wow, what did I just hear? Mrs. Hayes, Riley Maxwell, plagiarized an unknown designer, Chloe Davis? And Brandon Hayes himself confirmed it?!” “Wow, I absolutely *have* to get the scoop on this today! Tomorrow’s headlines are mine!” “No, this is insane! Miss Maxwell, do you have any explanation for this plagiarism?” “Miss Maxwell, do we have reason to suspect your previous works might also have been plagiarized?” In an instant, all the accusations turned on me.
Watching all the reporters turn their cameras towards me, I felt a sudden rush of helplessness. I hadn’t expected Brandon to speak up for Chloe in public. Even more, I hadn’t expected Brandon to actually admit that I had plagiarized. Through the crowd, I saw the mockery in Brandon’s dark eyes. He was waiting for me. Waiting for me to beg him. As long as I asked, he would clarify everything. But I didn’t say a word to him. I clenched my hands, looked at the reporters surrounding me, making it impossible to leave, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them again, I had a composed look on my face. “I did not plagiarize.” “You say you didn’t plagiarize, but why are your designs identical to Miss Davis’s?” “Miss Davis has Mr. Hayes as a witness, and you have nothing. How can we believe you?” “I believe her.” Just then, a resolute, magnetic male voice echoed from the venue entrance. Following the sound, Liam Henderson stood there, impeccably dressed in a suit. He walked through the crowd, directly to me, and gently took my hand. “I believe Miss Maxwell did not plagiarize.” Liam’s appearance caused another huge stir. “Is that… is that Liam Henderson, the legendary CEO of ‘Dream Horse’ Group?” “I can’t believe he’s so young.” “Right, he’s never shown his face publicly in this country before. I thought he’d be some old man in his seventies or eighties, but he’s so young and handsome!” All cameras swiveled to Liam Henderson. In an instant, he became the focal point of the entire venue. “Miss Maxwell and I grew up together. I’ve seen all her work, and I trust her character. She wouldn’t do something like plagiarism.” Liam looked at me, his eyes sparkling. “If there’s no plagiarism, then what about the identical dresses on stage?” At this, some of the instigators in the crowd spoke up again. “Mr. Henderson, even if you grew up with her, people change. Don’t be fooled by her.” As these words were spoken, many in the crowd started to agree. Hearing the comments from the audience, I clearly felt the anger rising from Liam beside me. I gently squeezed his hand, then calmly looked at the cameras. “I have proof.” With that, I pulled out a USB drive from my bag. Chloe didn’t know that besides the main door, I had also installed a hidden camera in the small room where I usually sketched my designs. That night, when Chloe came to wreck the studio, she also took my original drafts. Even without the drafts, the finished product was already etched in my mind. Seeing the evidence, the entire venue erupted in murmurs. Eventually, all the accusations turned back to Chloe. “How could this be?” “No, I didn’t…” At this point, Chloe’s explanations sounded weak and pathetic. She once again cast a pleading look at Brandon. “Brandon… Brandon…” But Brandon just stood there, his face dark, his gaze fixed on my hand, still intertwined with Liam’s. After a long silence, the sudden sound of a microphone falling to the ground broke the clamor. Brandon rose from the special guest section, his face expressionless. His gaze swept over everyone in the room, finally resting on me. After a long moment, he turned and left the venue. “Brandon… Brandon…” Watching Brandon leave, Chloe also panicked. She tried to break free from the crowd and chase after him, but ended up tripping and falling to the ground. The competition ultimately did not have a satisfactory conclusion. I didn’t win a prize, but Chloe was banned for life.
“Liam, why are you back in the country?” In the high-end restaurant, I looked at Liam. I had no idea he was back. “I was also a special guest at this competition, but my flight was delayed, so I arrived late.” Liam paused, looking at me, then continued. “Riley, are you really sure about coming back to work at the company?” Seeing my slightly haggard appearance, Liam’s heart ached. “Yes,” I nodded, then reached out to gently ruffle his hair. “Don’t worry, I won’t be trying to take over the company from you. Just arrange for me to be a junior designer, where I can sketch my designs and create the clothes I love. All the management stuff and social obligations, those are still yours.” “That’s not what I meant…” Liam looked at me, his eyes showing a hint of hurt. He never thought I’d return to the company to fight for inheritance. Even if it was for the company, if I asked, he’d hand it over without hesitation. After all, the company should have originally been mine. My parents had adopted him because they couldn’t conceive. Then, unexpectedly, they became pregnant with me. He thought his parents would send him back, but they didn’t; they wanted both children. However, later, my parents’ relationship fractured. He went abroad with my father, and I took my mother’s surname. After that, they didn’t see each other for many years. A few years ago, his father passed away from illness, and he took over the company. “By the way, how long are you staying this time?” “I’m leaving tomorrow night. Riley, do you want to come back with me?” Seeing Liam’s expectant gaze, I nodded. I had to leave sooner or later; whether it was a week from now or the day after tomorrow, the outcome would be the same. After a pleasant dinner, Liam drove me back to my studio, then turned to deal with company matters. Back at the studio, the moment I opened the door, a pungent smell of alcohol hit me, making me frown. I switched on the light. Brandon was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey, half-empty, and squinting at me. “Who was he?” Brandon’s voice was cold, devoid of any discernible emotion. He had seen it earlier—that man at the competition, bringing me back to the studio. “None of your business.” Not wanting to deal with Brandon, I turned and walked into the smaller room of the studio. Since I was leaving, I should probably pack my things. “I asked you, who. was. he?” Seeing me turn away and ignore him, Brandon stood up and strode to my front. But when he saw me packing my things, his pupils constricted. “You’re leaving? With him?” Brandon gripped my wrist tightly, making me wince in pain. “Who he is, or where I go, what does it have to do with you?” I met Brandon’s dark gaze. I had loved this man, but now, I no longer wanted to. “I forbid you to leave.” With that, Brandon reached out and pressed down on my suitcase, his eyes filled with suppressed fury. “Brandon Hayes, we’re already divorced. Where I go is my freedom.” I tried to pry Brandon’s hand off the suitcase, but his grip was too strong. I couldn’t move it no matter how hard I tried. “Brandon Hayes, what exactly do you want?” “I told you, I won’t sign the divorce papers. You’re mine in life, and my ghost in death, Riley Maxwell. You’ll never escape my grasp in this lifetime.” With a sudden forceful move, Brandon lifted me bridal style and tossed me onto the bed in the small room.
“Brandon Hayes, let me go…” “Let go?” Brandon’s body was already pressing down on mine. His eyes were narrowed, desire and anger intertwined, making it impossible to tell what he was truly thinking. “Riley Maxwell, should I let go so you can go on a date with other men?” Brandon pinned my hands above my head to the bed, pressing his body further down. “Brandon Hayes, you bastard…” I struggled, but it was futile. Tears immediately streamed down my face. Seeing my tears, Brandon paused, then a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’m a bastard? Riley Maxwell, you’re cheating on me, aren’t you the bastard?” With that, Brandon’s grip on my hands tightened, his drunken eyes filled with a thirst for revenge. Without another thought, Brandon reached out with his free hand and slowly unbuttoned my clothes. “Hiss…” Just as Brandon was about to remove my last layer of clothing, my pained gasp made him stop. Looking at the faint bloodstains on the bedsheet, Brandon frowned tightly. “Damn it!” How could he forget? I had just had an abortion a few days ago. Thinking of this, Brandon looked up at my stubborn face, then got up and left the studio. Watching Brandon leave, I finally let out a sigh of relief from my tears. After a long while, when the pain below intensified, I finally got up and dressed. I went to the hospital alone. When the doctor told me everything was fine with my body, the weight in my heart finally lifted. The next morning, I timed Brandon’s departure for work, then returned to his family mansion. To spite me, Brandon had fired all the household staff and the driver three years ago, so the house was empty. I went back to my room, packed all my belongings, and then called a delivery service for pickup. I opened my laptop and scheduled an audio recording from my phone to be sent to Brandon. As I pulled out my wedding photos with Brandon, I felt a slight daze. Back then, we had just gotten married, Brandon hadn’t lost his memory, and we were still in love. At that time, I was very happy. But now, everything had changed. I gathered all the wedding photos and, along with all the things Brandon had given me, lit a fire in the courtyard. Let it be this way. Let our past, along with my love for him, turn to ashes in this world. Watching everything burn to ashes with my own eyes. I dragged my suitcase and got into Liam Henderson’s car. The sun was just right in the sky. Everything would start anew. At Hayes Group headquarters, Brandon was in a meeting when the family’s security guard burst in, flustered. “Sir, bad news! Mrs. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes left with her luggage, and she lit a fire at home!” “What did you say?” The documents Brandon held fell from his hands. Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Brandon pushed past the security guard and rushed to the parking lot. Sure enough, for that man outside, she chose to leave him! But how could he let her go so easily? Her atonement wasn’t complete yet. Brandon drove as fast as he could, the panic in his heart a confusing mix of hatred and reluctance. “Beep…” A car horn pierced the sky. A truck collided with the silver Porsche. Brandon felt a huge impact, then countless memories flashed through his mind like a movie: our acquaintance, our love, our marriage, the joy of discovering I was pregnant, and of course, the car accident that changed everything. Everything rushed into his mind like a flood. In his last moments of consciousness, Brandon saw my lost gaze and my resolute retreating back.
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