Just before being wheeled into the operating room, I received a text from Conrad’s youthful first love, oozing with taunts and provocation.
While I was in crisis, Conrad had been with his first love. Their reunion had ignited a blazing passion.
The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. From start to finish, I had been nothing more than a replacement for his ideal muse. Now that his ideal muse had returned, all his past promises seemed to have been forgotten.
The doctor told me that my leg injuries were severe and might result in permanent damage. It felt like a lightning bolt had struck me.
I locked myself in the bathroom, staring at my injured tail, tears streaming down my face. If my wounds weren’t treated promptly, I might lose the chance to return to the sea forever.
Conrad’s voice was sharp and irritated when he called. “Serena, are you serious? You’ve called me dozens of times. Why are you even doing this?”
Tears stung my eyes as I pleaded, “Connie, I’m injured. You can’t just—”
He cut me off abruptly, his tone icy. “If you’re hurt, just take a cab to the hospital.”
“I’m busy. Goodbye!”
Before I could say another word, he hung up on me, leaving me in stunned silence.