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I stood to get some water, hoping to hide my red eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I moved too fast, bumping the table hard enough to knock Gianna backward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She hit the floor right on top of the broken porcelain and hissed in pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached out to help, but Vincent was already there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gripped her scratched ankle and glared at me, his voice sharp with\u00a0<\/p>\n
annoyance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca! You\u2019re clumsy. You hurt Gia just by standing up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned to Gianna, his tone instantly softening. \u201cDoes it hurt? I\u2019m taking you to the ER right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t wait for an answer before scooping her up in his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gianna bit her lip and looked down, accepting the help without a word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat and hurried after them. \u201cI\u2019m coming, too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t even look at me. He wrapped his coat tighter around Gianna and spoke coldly. \u201cDon\u2019t bother. You\u2019re too clumsy. You\u2019ll just get in the way at the hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He glanced back, his voice dripping with impatient disgust. \u201cDon\u2019t touch the broken plate. Wait for me to come back and clean it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He paused, his eyes flicking over my red fingertips. \u201cI don\u2019t need you cutting yourself and causing more trouble.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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door slammed shut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tears streamed down my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slowly crouched down and began picking up the shards.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A sharp edge sliced my finger, blood welled up and smeared across my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After cleaning up, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I dragged it out the door just as Vincent returned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He frowned at the luggage. \u201cBecca, where are you going this late?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I avoided his eyes and jammed my thumb against the elevator button.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWork is sending me on a last-minute business trip.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I bit my lip and didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent grabbed the suitcase, his tone certain. \u201cAre you running away because I yelled at you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I\u2019m not.\u201d I yanked the handle back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He held on tighter, refusing to let go. Come inside. We need to talk.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but hesitated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew he wanted to ask for a divorce.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The elevator doors slid open. I forced a stiff smile. \u201cLet\u2019s talk later.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI left a gift on the dining table for you. You\u2019ll like it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
We wouldn\u2019t need to talk later. I had already signed the divorce papers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I didn\u2019t want them to feel guilty, so I had to be the one to leave first.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong; he frowned, opening his mouth to ask a question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His phone rang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stepped into the elevator, but he rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. \u201cYour ex-colleague stabbed Gia!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes were furious, his voice accusatory. \u201cIs this why you\u2019re leaving in such a hurry? Did you know he was coming for revenge? Did you run so Gia would take the fall for you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? What happened to Gia?\u201d My eyes widened, my mind going blank.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the hospital, Gianna lay with her eyes closed, her arm bandaged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGia!\u201d Vincent rushed over, his voice shaking. \u201cI\u2019m family!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A nurse stopped him. \u201cShe\u2019s fine, but she needs rest.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching him lose control like that caused a dull ache in my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My former colleague-the one who hated me-lunged out with a fruit knife. \u201cRebecca! You stole my job! You\u2019re going to pay for it!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I froze in terror, unable to move my feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent threw himself in front of Gianna\u2019s bed to shield her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The blade sank into my lower abdomen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Intense pain radiated through my entire body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt something warm leaving me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cBecca!\u201d Vincent\u2019s eyes went wide. He picked me up and ran toward the\u00a0<\/p>\n
treatment room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked guilty and opened his mouth to speak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A nurse called out from the door, \u201cWhere is Gianna\u2019s family?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He hesitated for two seconds, then shoved me into the nurse\u2019s arms. \u201cShe\u2019s hurt. Please help her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before the nurse could answer, he turned and ran back to Gianna.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The nurse opened my bloody coat and gasped. \u201cMiss, this wound is deep. It looks like you\u2019ve had a miscarriage. You need stitches, and we should do an ultrasound to check.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at the ceiling, teeth chattering from the pain. \u201cNo ultrasound. Just stitch it up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew better than anyone that the baby was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The nurse tried to argue, but I closed my eyes and turned away. \u201cPlease, just hurry. I have things to do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As the anesthesia kicked in, my mind grew hazy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could still hear Vincent in the next room, repeatedly asking the doctor about Gianna.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had never heard him sound that anxious or worried about me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After the stitches were done, I picked up my suitcase and slowly shuffled out of the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every step sent a sharp pain through my abdomen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once outside the hospital, I texted Vincent, \u201cI wish you both happiness.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back inside, the nurse spoke to a colleague while cleaning her\u00a0<\/p>\n
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instruments. \u201cThat girl was so strong. She was stabbed and had a\u00a0<\/p>\n
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.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vincent overheard this as he came to check on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He grabbed the nurse\u2019s arm, panic rising in his voice. \u201cWho had a miscarriage?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Startled, the nurse snapped back at him. \u201cThe girl you shoved at me earlier. The wound hit her uterus. She lost the baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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