I lowered my head and slowly made my way to the second car, careful not to strain the wound on my stomach.
Behind me, I heard him scoff.
“Still playing the pitiful victim? Who are you trying to fool this time?”
My steps faltered. His words cut deeper than the wound ever could.
I remembered the day I took a bullet for him, shielding him during that ambush on our trip back to the capital.
He held me in his arms, his voice shaking as he promised he’d never let me get hurt again—that he’d protect me for the rest of my life.
Now? He was the one hurting me.
My eyes stung with unshed tears. Ignoring the pain in my stomach, I forced myself forward and yanked open the car door.
The ride to the church felt surreal.
In the front car, Alexis and Janice acted like they were on some casual road trip, frequently stopping to admire the view.
Halle's POV
This time, the pain was unbearable. Blood had already soaked through the bandages on my abdomen.
I closed my eyes, trying to hold on, but memories of being with Alexis kept flooding my mind.
By the time we finally got out of the car, my face was already streaked with tears.
Alexis was walking side by side with Janice, strolling around the church grounds.