My Fiance's Deadly Betrayal

fiancé' s sister-in-law, Ki

d past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to p

ult, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get at

o perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor

as dead, my career was being destroyed

to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man w

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ter of the river rushed in, not just around me, but through me. Kimberlee didn't just run me off the bridg

me out of existence. The world spun, then slammed, then spun again. I tasted blood, and the piercing pain i

saw him

gh the rain. He was here. My fiancé, my brilliant neurosurgeon, my lif

very nerve on fire. I saw flashes of the bridge railing, twisted like ribbons, and the dar

wasn't lo

t soaked, her shoulders shaking. Her face was pale, streaked with tears, her breath coming in

broken body, straight to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His hands stroked h

fled. "Massive internal trauma," one said. "Pulse thready, BP

ardening, the storm outside reflected in his cold eyes. He was Dr. Grant n

er the wind. "Focus on Kimberlee. She's in shock. Her astraphobi

rfic

sh, barely clinging to my wrist. My ribs felt like jagged shards pok

roat raw. My vision was b

no warmth, no recognition for me. Only a distant, irritated assessment. "She's just trying to get

his chest. "Clarissa... she hates me, Deacon.

I felt a cold dread, worse than the pain.

gain. I promise." He turned back to the nearest paramedic, his voice low, commanding. "I need you to p

he's critically injured. We need to st

t had a panic attack. This is my sister-in-law. My family. Clarissa needs

ct hair to his forehead. He didn't even flinch at the sight of my blood. He just st

I tried to lift my left, but the pa

es. He forced the pen into my fingers, guided it to the dotted line. "You will," he whispered, his voice dangero

utter defeat, I managed to scrawl a sh

r you. Get you to St. Jude's. A general surgeon can patch you up there." He walked away, back to Kimbe

d bleeding, alone. The promise of another ambulance, another hospital, faded into the roa

slowly, then brigh

The shattered car was gone. The bridge, th

floa

lood. Just... an absence. An emptiness. I raised my hand. It was whole, perfect, tr

cold because the rain couldn't touch me. I wasn't

ents ago fought so desperately for life,

felt like a cruel joke now. Deacon was here, but