Fatal Test: Dying For His Love

Chapter 4

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harsh white lights of the e

l cavity with the smell of

ht into my eyes: "Jenna Davis, can you hear me? You ingested a high c

t had been scraped with coarse sandpaper, dry

idneys have already begun to fail, and her blood pH is dropping ra

e full of anxiety and helplessness: "I've called the number saved as 'Fiancé' six

rm. "She must immediately undergo central venous catheterization and hemodialysis, but this

redial and turned

rings, the call f

bursts of laughter po

silent resuscitation room. "I already said I'm busy. Heather is trying on bridesmaid

Hayes from St. Jude's Emergency Trauma Center. Your fiancée, Jenna Davis, is in critical condition due to severe

ng, Jenna. You even hired an actor to pretend to be an emer

r. "Your fiancée is dying of kidney failure! If we do not i

test this morning, and now she's throwing a tantrum just because I took Heather to the clinic first. If she wants to pret

background: "Donovan, look at this vei

and gently tugged at the doctor's

deep sorrow and carefully pl

roken, rasping sounds from the fluid, "I really

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learly all gathered arou

drunk poison, you wouldn't be able to speak a full sentence. Stop embarrassi

ing. An hour before she took her last breath, you left the hospice room just because Heather called saying she

olding that over my head for three years! Jenna, I'm sick of your endless moral kidnapping! Tomorrow at eight sharp

sharp click

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y from my ear and pu

e taste of blood. "Please record... that he refused to s

e with red eyes, nodded

yes rushed to the bedside: "Miss Davis, don't sleep! We will do

he hospital bed, and my v

f the heart monitor suddenly fill

with red eyes, the phone lying on

novan popped u

the wedding tomorro

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Fatal Test: Dying For His Love

Annabell Seto Modern

“Three days before our wedding, the police notified me that my wealthy fiancé had drowned. His family blamed everything on me - slaps, curses, forcing me to kneel in the memorial hall for three days and three nights. In utter despair, I swallowed a lethal dose of antifreeze, climbed onto the bridge, and prepared to jump into the river to join him in death. Just as my body leaned forward and I was about to throw myself off, laughter and whistles suddenly erupted from behind the SUVs. My "drowned" fiancé walked out completely unharmed, talking and laughing with his childhood best friend. Lightly, casually, he announced that this was nothing but a "loyalty test" for me, and right there he put the wedding ring that was supposed to be mine onto his childhood best friend's hand as a reward. Looking at that ring, I suddenly understood that these seven years probably did not even count as a bet in his eyes. The deadly poison tore through my internal organs, and I violently coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood. But he only rolled his eyes in disgust and left me on the side of the road: "Stop pretending to be sick. Don't be late for the rehearsal dinner tonight." The hospital called the emergency line again and again. He rejected every call and warned the doctors not to play along with my jealous games. That night, I died in the cold resuscitation room. The next day, when the police delivered my death notification to his grand wedding, he stared at it and completely lost control.”