My body hit the stairs, pain exploding through me. My abdomen throbbed violently—the old wound had torn open.
Warm blood spread beneath my hands. My face turned pale as the world blurred.
But the pain in my body was nothing compared to the agony in my heart—watching the man I once loved become my enemy.
"Weston…" My voice trembled as tears streaked down my cheeks. "I really regret it...I regret ever loving you."
For a moment, Weston froze, holding Patricia tightly in his arms. But he still didn't turn around.
He walked away without a backward glance.
I dragged myself out of the villa, each step heavier than the last, until my strength gave out and I collapsed on the roadside, unconscious.
I didn't know how long I had been unconscious when the sharp, sterile scent of disinfectant slowly pulled me back to reality.
The moment I tried to move, a stabbing pain tore through my abdomen, instantly reminding me of everything that had happened.
The doctor, noticing I was awake, hesitated before stepping closer. His eyes held a pity that chilled me to the bone.