Nothing Fell Apart by Mark Twain 3
Chapter 3
I stood to get some water, hoping to hide my red eyes.
I moved too fast, bumping the table hard enough to knock Gianna backward.
She hit the floor right on top of the broken porcelain and hissed in pain.
I reached out to help, but Vincent was already there.
He gripped her scratched ankle and glared at me, his voice sharp with
annoyance.
“Rebecca! You’re clumsy. You hurt Gia just by standing up.”
He turned to Gianna, his tone instantly softening. “Does it hurt? I’m taking you to the ER right now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer before scooping her up in his arms.
Gianna bit her lip and looked down, accepting the help without a word.
I grabbed my coat and hurried after them. “I’m coming, too.”
He didn’t even look at me. He wrapped his coat tighter around Gianna and spoke coldly. “Don’t bother. You’re too clumsy. You’ll just get in the way at the hospital.”
I stopped walking.
He glanced back, his voice dripping with impatient disgust. “Don’t touch the broken plate. Wait for me to come back and clean it.”
He paused, his eyes flicking over my red fingertips. “I don’t need you cutting yourself and causing more trouble.”
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door slammed shut.
Tears streamed down my face.
I slowly crouched down and began picking up the shards.
A sharp edge sliced my finger, blood welled up and smeared across my skin.
After cleaning up, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing.
I dragged it out the door just as Vincent returned.
He frowned at the luggage. “Becca, where are you going this late?”
I avoided his eyes and jammed my thumb against the elevator button.
“Work is sending me on a last-minute business trip.”
“For how long?”
I bit my lip and didn’t answer.
Vincent grabbed the suitcase, his tone certain. “Are you running away because I yelled at you?”
“No, I’m not.” I yanked the handle back.
He held on tighter, refusing to let go. Come inside. We need to talk.”
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but hesitated.
I knew he wanted to ask for a divorce.
The elevator doors slid open. I forced a stiff smile. “Let’s talk later.
“I left a gift on the dining table for you. You’ll like it.”
We wouldn’t need to talk later. I had already signed the divorce papers.
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I didn’t want them to feel guilty, so I had to be the one to leave first.
Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong; he frowned, opening his mouth to ask a question.
His phone rang.
I stepped into the elevator, but he rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “Your ex-colleague stabbed Gia!”
His eyes were furious, his voice accusatory. “Is this why you’re leaving in such a hurry? Did you know he was coming for revenge? Did you run so Gia would take the fall for you?”
“What? What happened to Gia?” My eyes widened, my mind going blank.
At the hospital, Gianna lay with her eyes closed, her arm bandaged.
“Gia!” Vincent rushed over, his voice shaking. “I’m family!”
A nurse stopped him. “She’s fine, but she needs rest.”
Watching him lose control like that caused a dull ache in my chest.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.
My former colleague-the one who hated me-lunged out with a fruit knife. “Rebecca! You stole my job! You’re going to pay for it!”
I froze in terror, unable to move my feet.
Vincent threw himself in front of Gianna’s bed to shield her.
The blade sank into my lower abdomen.
Intense pain radiated through my entire body.
I felt something warm leaving me.
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“Becca!” Vincent’s eyes went wide. He picked me up and ran toward the
treatment room.
He looked guilty and opened his mouth to speak.
A nurse called out from the door, “Where is Gianna’s family?”
He hesitated for two seconds, then shoved me into the nurse’s arms. “She’s hurt. Please help her.”
Before the nurse could answer, he turned and ran back to Gianna.
The nurse opened my bloody coat and gasped. “Miss, this wound is deep. It looks like you’ve had a miscarriage. You need stitches, and we should do an ultrasound to check.”
I stared at the ceiling, teeth chattering from the pain. “No ultrasound. Just stitch it up.”
I knew better than anyone that the baby was gone.
The nurse tried to argue, but I closed my eyes and turned away. “Please, just hurry. I have things to do.”
As the anesthesia kicked in, my mind grew hazy.
I could still hear Vincent in the next room, repeatedly asking the doctor about Gianna.
I had never heard him sound that anxious or worried about me.
After the stitches were done, I picked up my suitcase and slowly shuffled out of the room.
Every step sent a sharp pain through my abdomen.
Once outside the hospital, I texted Vincent, “I wish you both happiness.”
Back inside, the nurse spoke to a colleague while cleaning her
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instruments. “That girl was so strong. She was stabbed and had a
miscarriage, yet she walked out on her own. Her boyfriend is unbelievable -he dropped her off and ignored her to check on the other patient, who was just in shock.”
Vincent overheard this as he came to check on me.
He grabbed the nurse’s arm, panic rising in his voice. “Who had a miscarriage?”
Startled, the nurse snapped back at him. “The girl you shoved at me earlier. The wound hit her uterus. She lost the baby.”
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