Looking at the people I once believed were closest to me, silent tears slid down my cheeks.
"So if I drink this glass of wine, you'll all finally leave me alone?"
I reached out for the glass in Savannah's hand. But just before I touched it, she suddenly leaned forward, spilling the red wine all over me.
Before I could react, I was shoved hard. I fell to the floor and a sharp, tearing pain shot through my belly.
"Ivy, it's fine if you didn't want to drink, but why did you have to push me?"
Hunter pulled Savannah into his arms and glared at me. "Ivy, I can't believe you've become such a vicious woman."
Clutching my stomach, I couldn't even speak. All I felt was a warm, terrifying rush between my legs.
The medicine must have started working.
"I'm bleeding. Get me to the hospital, now!"
The pain in my lower belly was so intense that cold sweat covered my forehead. I clutched my stomach tightly, barely able to breathe.
Hunter glanced at my white dress, now stained with bright red and a flash of panic crossed his face.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Just as he bent down to help me, Savannah's voice rang out from behind him.
"Ivy, you poured red wine on yourself to fake blood. What a cheap trick!"