I screamed out all my pent-up resentment, my voice cracking as tears streamed into my mouth, leaving a bitter taste.
I thought Dominic would finally see Paige for who she really was after everything that had happened.
Instead, he snapped, “Paige told me you staged the accident to frame her. At first, I didn’t believe it, but now I see it’s true. You’d risk lives over jealousy? Carlee, you’re so vicious. No wonder my family can’t stand you. I’m disgusted. You’ve disappointed me!”
Once he said his piece, he hung up.
Who in their right mind would stage an accident at the cost of their own life?
I called him again and again, refusing to give up. No answer. Then, I was blocked.
The cruelty of it all left me boiling with anger and heartbreak.
My emotions hit me like a tidal wave, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood that splattered across the phone and the hospital bed. The metallic taste of it filled my nose, and I felt the sting of betrayal run even deeper.
The hospital hallway buzzed with noise as the medical staff hurried to wheel me back to the emergency room.
Just before the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of Dominic standing with his back to me, holding Paige in his arms like a couple madly in love.
She tilted her head up to kiss him.
At that very moment, my hands, my feet—my very heart—turned ice cold.
“Her internal bleeding has started again!”
“We might not be able to save her.”
The voices of the medical staff buzzed around me, constant and unrelenting.
The pain was unbearable, excruciating. Maybe death would hurt less than this.
Suddenly, I remembered Dominic’s harsh words, Paige’s smug grin as she claimed he would always choose her, and the image of them kissing outside the emergency room.
I couldn’t let it end like this. I wasn’t ready to die.
I had to survive—if only to demand justice for myself!
Over the next two weeks, I bounced in and out of the ICU three times. I actually survived it all. Even the doctors said it was nothing short of a miracle.
However, Dominic didn’t even visit me once during the two months I was hospitalized. Not a single call, not a single message.
When I finally got discharged, I went straight home.
Two months away, and everything had changed. The place was littered with women’s clothes and shoes that weren’t mine.
My jewelry and bags were tossed around the room like junk, clothes piled up like trash.
And there, in my bedroom, was a framed photo of Dominic and Paige together.
Just when I thought I had seen the depths of their shamelessness, they always found a new way to sink lower.
I bit down hard on my lip, so hard that I tasted blood, before finally letting go.
Dominic wasn’t home, and I was still blocked on his phone. Calling him was pointless, so I had no choice but to drive to his university lab.
On the way, I called the police and reported the accident from two months ago, asking them to send someone to the lab to arrest Paige for questioning. I told them it wasn’t an accident. Paige had grabbed the wheel, causing the crash.
