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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back."I don't love you anymore."
This sound still lingers in my ears, like the last song syndrome. The only thing I was able to say at that moment was the word "Okay."
This isn't the first time I heard those words, but every time it hits different, it makes me feel numb and more indifferent than the first time these words are said.
And this is how our story started... as the other one ends...
"I LOVED HIM WITH ALL OF MY HEART. I GAVE HIM EVERYTHING I HAVE; THERE IS NOTHING MORE I CAN GIVE!" I blurted out of dismay while having coffee with my best friend, Kyle.
"Stop crying! You look so F*CK*ng terrible," he said.
Kyle is never comforting. He is not the type of friend you should count on when sugarcoating and making you feel better. Kyle is not that type of friend; I can never emphasize that enough. He is the one who says things straight to the point! Kyle will tell you what you should hear, whether you like it or not, and that is what I like about him! He is always genuine, he might not be kind, but he is always the sincere and honest friend you can rely on.
"You know, babe, here is all I can say, and you better listen because my time is so expensive, and you keep on wasting it! You do not deserve this! There are so many fishes in the sea. Stop your obsession over a F*CK*ng SHRIMP!" Kyle said in a tone that is calm but stern.
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Beyond Boundaries
Angelina works as a web novel writer known in her field as competent, smart, and beautiful but has the worst taste for guys. Her greatest wish is to be able to find his "true love's kiss," just as how her novel characters can fall in love. Kyle is Angel's gay best friend, a Surgeon from a wealthy fa/0/23602/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9d8c71def16db45e5ec66f77a293014&imageMogr2/format/webp)
