Then Scott showed up. He was the one who took me to the hospital, the one who stayed by my side, the one who made me believe I had finally found real love.
But it was all a lie. He was the one who betrayed me.
If someone close to me hadn’t sold me out, there’s no way my location would have been exposed. And now, I finally knew why. Everything he did, all of it, was for Jacqueline.
My life, my body, my baby… nothing but tools for his plan.
My hands clenched into fists. I pounded my legs over and over, but there was nothing. No pain. No feeling. Just cold, dead weight.
I lost my strength and slid off the wheelchair, collapsing onto the floor like a lifeless doll.
Just as I was about to struggle to get up, I heard Scott’s anxious voice. "Abigail, what happened? How did you fall out of your wheelchair?"
He rushed over and scooped me up effortlessly, holding me close before kneeling to check my legs for injuries. His touch was as careful and gentle as ever, but it no longer felt warm. No longer felt real.
"I'm fine," I said quietly. "I just wanted to see if I could stand."
Scott's expression softened instantly. He pulled me into his arms, his voice filled with pity.