My Second Chance And I Found Love In You

The sharp pain in my head was nothing compared to my stepsister Sarah' s screams.

My fiancé, Liam, already by her side, shot me a look of pure accusation: "Chloe, what the hell did you do?"

Sarah clutched her ankle, twisting her face in agony, then whispered, "She was just… upset that you were holding my hand."

A gentle poison. Liam' s suspicion solidified into certainty, his eyes hardening with disgust as he scooped Sarah into his arms.

"Her ankle looks broken. We can' t carry her and help you walk. You' ll have to wait here."

He abandoned me in the middle of nowhere, my own leg throbbing, my head pounding, leaving me utterly alone with a profound, bottomless despair.

In the hospital, Sarah and her doctor brother, Dr. Evans, casually manipulated Liam, fabricating a diagnosis of a mere bruise for my fractured leg, and suggesting I was "not well."