The False Heiress Strikes Back1
When the murderer attacked on the street, my boyfriend pushed me forward.
As I lay bleeding from a stab wound in my abdomen, he held his first love, watching me from afar.
Not only did I lose the child I was carrying, but I was left with lasting health issues.
Yet, he stood by my hospital bed, saying that it was my honor to shield them from harm and that this was my retribution.
All because I was just the imposter who had stolen the identity of his true love.
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I lay on the hospital bed, my eyes vacant.
My hands gently touched my flat abdomen, wrapped in layers of bandages.
The knife wound throbbed with a dull pain.
When the murderer attacked on the street, Jone Yukio didn't hesitate to push me forward.
The knife plunged straight into my abdomen.
The assailant, in a fit of rage, stabbed me several more times. I was powerless to resist, blood pouring all over me.
In my despair, I looked for Jone, only to find him and Eden Smith standing at the street corner, coldly watching me.
I recalled their words when they visited me in the hospital.
"Don't blame me. The situation was urgent, and I had no choice but to push you out."