He Chose Her, I Chose Revenge

ch step of the stairc

astard child in your womb to fo

ot, her shrill voice dripping with malice. She twirled the knife in

Margaret's, spilled from the wound Ros

you, should hav

et's abdomen, making her tremble uncontrollably as cold sweat br

don't d

by is i

n, you'll spend the rest

th fear, yet her words only dr

l dare to threat

Blood burst from Margaret's right arm once more

as panic overtook her. Her heart pounded wil

really didn't force

he had cheated on m

ct the cooperation between our two corporation

ised to cut off a

to calm Rose down, though the situ

plain herself just to soothe the emotio

no intention of letting her go. He

proud of yourself

loves you, that he willingly

nry doesn't lo

me. He only married you for the coop

knife, her voice

st that divorcing you right now would give his u

e of you, and th

teeth, biting h

Henry and I can final

sinister laugh as

y waiting for you and tha

nal goodbye

sharp t

react, the knife plunged

her body, forcing her to c

, bi

ore, then let go of the handle and shoved her forward with

a

a

on, her bones feeling as if they were shat

, soaking through the dress she wore. Darkness clouded her vision, her br

so

t could

a trembling hand to her st

as nearly imperceptible, the blood

blurred mor

ic

de and was startled by the scene on the staircase. Margaret'

h

, it hurts

listening with tears as she clutched her leg. She

me... it hurts...

nd Henry ignored Margaret, imm

help...

r strength to reach out toward him, c

hospital, perhaps their

hope, and he looked back at her,

toward her, only to be stopped by Rose, who clung

ou take me to

from Margaret and careful

you to th

ring Margaret a single glance

nothing more

t, Henry turned and li

n Margaret was shattered,

man she had loved for six years

board meeting just to come home and

their wedding, solemnly promis

ld when he learned she was pregna

her but also abandoned her after his

urther, her breathi

ntire life had been nothing but a

er like a rising tide,

ently down her

y, go

o soft it was a

life... I will mak

would never be foolish e