Chapter 2:
I sat still, hugging my knees to my chest as the night deepened. My phone rested beside the untouched dinner I had spent hours preparing, its screen glowing faintly.
Maybe he got delayed… Maybe he’s on his way. Maybe he would still choose me even after what I heard.
I typed out one last message.
“I’m still here, River. I prepared all of this for us. Please come…
No reply.
A cold breeze brushed against my skin, yet I didn’t move. I called him, my fingers trembling. But this time. “The number you dialed is unreachable,”
Unreachable X
I blinked, heart sinking further. That was it, wasn’t it? All the illusions shattered. He wasn’t coming. He never intended to. I had never been important–only convenient. Just as he told Candice.
Why hadn’t I seen it sooner? Why did I let myself believe that the man who once held my hand at the Eiffel Tower, who whispered promises as we lay on the yacht beneath the stars, could have loved me?
Tears blurred my vision as I stood, slowly gathering the remnants of the dream I tried to keep alive. I drove in silence, each breath growing heavier. The roads swam in and out of focus beneath my tears, the lights of the city bleeding into one another.
I didn’t see the car until it was too late.
There was the sound of metal twisting, glass shattering–and then everything went black.
When I woke, everything hurt. My body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back together with fire
“Don’t move too much, Miss Brown, a nurse said gently. “You’ve got stitches and some fractures… You’re lucky to be alive.”
Alive. The word felt ironic.
“Where I croaked, throat dry. “Where’s my husband? River Brown.. Did he know about this?“%
The nurse hesitated, adjusting the IV in my arm. “We contacted him immediately. He didn’t come. But he sent his butler to cover the hospital bills,“T
My heart twisted “Just the butler?”
She gave a small nod, then handed me a phone. “Maybe try calling him yourself.”
With trembling fingers, I dialed his number.
One ring… Two Three. Voicemail.
I tried again.
Nothing
I tried again
Still, nothing.
It hit me like a second crash–I was truly alone.
As I stared at the blank wall ahead, the television in the comer changed to a news segment. At first, I didn’t pay attention until I heard the names.
“River Brown, heir to the Brown conglomerate, was spotted at La Maison with none other than famed fashion designer Candice Lee.” The screen showed a video of them together. Candice’s laughter echoed through the audio, her hand resting comfortably on River’s chest as he chuckled. His eyes gleamed in a way i had never seen. Alive. Soft. Joyful.}
The way he never looked at me.”
The reporter continued, “Sources claim the couple might be rekindling their relationship after years apart. They looked deeply connected..!!
I turned away, blinking back the tears &
He hadn’t even bothered to check if I survived the crash.!!
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him. The doctors came and went.
The next few days passed in a fog. I lay in that hospital bed with flowers from strangers–none Nurses offered smiles. But the man I married, the man I once thought loved me.. was nowhere! Instead, Candice’s Instagram flooded with updates: spa visits, beachside cocktails, shopping sprees. In every photo, River was beside her -laughing, smiling, spoiling her
Arid in every caption, she tagged him boldly. No care, no shame. And he never hid it
I watched all of it with numb eyes.
The day I was discharged, I received a message from my professor.”
“Your, scholarship is confirmed. Your flight leaves in 10 days. Please prepare.”
I marked it on my calendar the moment I got home.
Only it didn’t feel like home anymore.
When I walked into the house, something felt off. The lights were bright, the sound of laughter drifted from the backyard. Curious, I followed the noise, limping slightly
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I marked it on my calendar the moment I got home.
Only… it didn’t feel like home anymore.
When I walked into the house, something felt off. The lights were bright, the sound of laughter drifted from the backyard. Curious, I followed the noise, limping slightly.
And then I saw it.8
A party. Music. Drinks. River in the center with his friends, looking as if nothing had happened–as if his wife hadn’t just nearly died. As if I didn’t exist.
No one even noticed I had returned.
I was about to head to my room when I heard one of his friends–Ethan, I think–laughing.
“So how are you gonna dispose of that pathetic loser Allison now that Candice is back?”
