Looking back now, it’s almost laughable how utterly pathetic I was.
I even sold the first and only piece of expensive jewelry I ever owned, the last gift my mother left me just to buy him nutritional supplements to help him recover. And he crushed my love beneath his feet, without a second thought.
In the end, the hospital did bring in blood for me. I stared blankly as the bright red liquid flowed into my veins. By the time I fully regained consciousness, the pillow beneath me was soaked through.
Jimmy walked in with a fruit basket in hand, his expression gentle.
“Nessie, the guy who attacked you paid compensation. You don’t have to worry about the medical bills.” He sat by my bedside, carefully tucking the blanket around me.
What a joke. They were all in it together.
I forced a smile but said nothing. During my hospital stay, he barely left my side feeding me, giving me water, even helping me clean up. But inside, I felt nothing. Not even a ripple of feelings I used to have whenever he was around.
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