My fiancé’s first love developed amnesia, fiercely clinging to the delusional belief that she and Dominic had never broken up. The first time, she crashed my birthday party, smashing cake into my face and screaming I was a homewrecker. The second time, she took a baseball bat and utterly destroyed the wedding apartment I’d poured my heart into decorating. The third time, at Dominic’s and my wedding, she broke through security, brandishing a knife, and left me severely wounded. I lifted my bleeding hand, trembling as I dialed 911, but Dominic snatched the phone away and hung up. I thought he was going to tell me to just endure it, again. The next second, hatred burned in his eyes as he strode towards Seraphina, grabbing her by the throat and dragging her out. “If you’re sick, then go to a mental institution and stay there! Don’t you dare think about coming out, ever!” A suffocating knot of dread finally loosened in my chest, and I closed my eyes, succumbing to unconsciousness. When I woke again, I searched the hospital room for him, but instead, my phone screen lit up. My finger instinctively tapped the video. Two naked bodies were intimately entwined on a bed. Seraphina fiercely bit into Dominic’s shoulder, “I don’t care, you’re mine, forever.” “Even if I’m done with you, no one else gets to have you!” Dominic said nothing, but his body answered her possessive declaration with an even fiercer, deeper thrust. *CRASH!* My phone slipped from my numb fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Since you chose her, then we’re over.
The intimate sounds and whispered dialogue from my phone continued. After pleasured moans, Seraphina’s triumphant voice purred, “If Scarlett knew your idea of revenge was just ‘punishing’ me fiercely in bed, do you think she’d still…” “Shut up!” Dominic cut her off coldly. “I’ll never let her find out, and I’m certainly not breaking up with her.” He grabbed her by the neck again, a heavy warning glinting in his eyes. “If you dare lay another hand on her, don’t blame me for exposing your lie about faking illness and making sure you spend the rest of your life in a mental institution!” But Seraphina ignored his threat, her teasing hand boldly reaching out to grasp his throbbing erection. “I don’t believe you could ever be that cruel to me.” Dominic was about to say more, but her warm lips covered his, silencing him completely. Once again, intimate sounds flooded my ears. It was a long time after their intimate exchange on the phone finally ended before I could regain my composure. He knew all along she was faking her illness, yet he repeatedly indulged her, letting her hurt me, all to reminisce about their past love. I raised a hand to wipe away my tears, then picked up my phone and found Dominic’s contact icon. I’d just finished typing my breakup message and hit send when the hospital room door swung open. Dominic walked in, carrying a food container. He scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to me, saying guiltily, “I’ve already sent her to a mental institution and disciplined her severely for you.” I gazed at the large, suggestive red marks on his exposed neck, a cold sneer forming in my heart. A “mental ward” that looked more like a luxury penthouse, and that “punishment” that sounded suspiciously like heated passion. His “discipline” for her was certainly unique… and utterly brutal, in a way I hadn’t anticipated. When he saw the breakup message I’d sent on my phone, Dominic’s face instantly tensed. “Scarlett, Seraphina and I are long in the past. You are the only one I love now.” “In seven days, I’ll organize another wedding for you.” Dominic leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I promise you, she will never again appear to ruin our happiness.” His eyes held that deep affection that had captivated me countless times before, but now, I saw only hypocrisy and profound disgust. I looked at him, shaking my head bitterly. “It’s over. We should just break up.” “No!” Dominic possessively pulled me into his arms. “Scarlett, trust me. Just give me one more chance.” “This time, I promise I’ll completely cut ties with her. I won’t let her hurt you ever again.” Dominic leaned down to kiss my lips, but before he could, the sudden ring of his phone interrupted him. “What?! She jumped?!” The next second, Dominic bolted out the door in a panic, without even a word to me. The hospital room door swung open and bounced back, closing with a violent thud that shattered the last shred of hope I had for him. My heart plummeted seeing the contact name flash across the screen: “My Darling Seraphina.” Tears gushed out of my eyes. Watching his retreating back, I whispered softly, Goodbye, to the five years of my misplaced heart.
Looking down, I caught sight of a spreading crimson stain on my shirt, realizing with alarm that my wound had reopened. I urgently pressed the call button. After a long wait, no doctor came. Forcing myself out of bed despite the pain to find help, I was violently slammed into and knocked down just as I stepped out the door. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Please move.” That familiar deep voice reached my ears, and I abruptly looked up. I saw a panicked Dominic, tightly holding Seraphina, rushing to the emergency room. A crowd of doctors and nurses followed close behind them. I heard one of them grumbling as they ran: “It’s just a simple sprain, yet she’s acting like her leg is actually broken. Mr. Blackwood is far too concerned about this woman, isn’t he?” “I heard she stabbed Mr. Blackwood’s fiancée, leaving her severely wounded, and faced no repercussions. That’s not just concern; he dotes on her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.” Listening to the whispers, and seeing the large crimson stain on the pristine white floor beneath my feet, a dull ache pulsed deep within my heart. I curled my lips in a self-deprecating sneer. I, his current fiancée, couldn’t even compare to a single toe of his ex. What a cruel irony. Dragging my broken body and spirit, I returned to my room. I grabbed the gauze from the bedside table and, with my one good hand, struggled to bandage myself. Later that night, half-asleep, I was suddenly yanked out of bed. Dominic, looking frantic, pulled me, urging me towards the door. “Scarlett, you have a knack for massages. Go help Seraphina with her ankle.” “She’s in so much pain, she can’t even sleep.” *BOOM!* My brain exploded in that instant. I stared at Dominic, my eyes wide with disbelief. “Dominic, I am your fiancée! You abandoned me to save another woman, and now you want me to massage her?!” I tore myself free from his grip, screaming my questions at him. “How could you possibly do this?!” Seraphina’s knife wound was just one millimeter from my heart. Even the doctors said if I’d been brought in a moment later, I wouldn’t have made it. Just now, you violently knocked me down in the hallway, and my already life-threatening wound had torn even wider. Excruciating, bone-deep pain threatened to swallow me whole. But he ignored it, his eyes only seeing his ex, who merely sprained her ankle jumping from a waist-high window ledge. “I…” The man who was always so aloof and dignified in my presence, his usually composed face showed a rare stiffness. He pleaded softly, “But she was provoked by you, which made her jump and get hurt. Isn’t it only right to help treat her?” I immediately retorted, “You provoked her, not me!” His heart still belonged to his ex, yet he came to provoke me. He indulged her in repeatedly hurting me, yet swore I was the one he loved most. I looked at Dominic, my voice cold. “Stabbed by someone and then expected to treat them? I, Scarlett Hayes, am not some doormat!” Dominic was stunned speechless again. A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes as he turned away and pulled out his phone. “Hello? Get that renowned specialist from New York to our city, *now*!” He hung up, then cast a cold glance my way. “I never thought you’d be so heartless. I truly misjudged you!” With that, Dominic once again rushed out of my hospital room. As if to punish my ruthlessness towards Seraphina, Dominic didn’t appear again for several days, nor did he send any messages. While struggling to cope alone, I kept hearing from others about his preferential care for Seraphina. “Did you hear? That woman with the sprained ankle is already well, but Mr. Blackwood insisted on flying in the most famous doctor by private helicopter to treat her, saying he was worried she might be permanently disabled.” Another person shook their head, sighing, “Talk about chalk and cheese, huh? The patient in Room 3, Bed 4, whose heart was almost pierced, her fiancé reportedly hasn’t even bothered to visit once.” She then glanced at me, lying in my hospital bed, her eyes a mix of pity and mockery. Even though I repeatedly told myself that Dominic and I were over, facing those strange glances, my heart still couldn’t help but ache. To escape the gossip, I leaned on my crutches, alone, and made my way to the hospital lawn downstairs. After soaking in the sun for a while, I got up and headed back to my room. Suddenly, I heard a shout of alarm. “Look! Someone’s going to jump!”
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