CHAPTER TWO
503 Words
After a series of beeps, several bags of blood, and countless desperate attempts to pull her back, there was silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The empty kind.
Anita’s body lay still while the world around her continued to move, and it moved fast.
Days turned into nights.
Nights turned into weeks.
For two whole weeks, she remained trapped in darkness.
Until her eyes finally fluttered open.
She stirred gently on the hospital bed, her head heavy and her body weak. Even lifting a finger felt like a burden.
The nurse noticed the movement immediately and called for the doctors.
After a series of examinations and tests, Anita was placed under intensive care and close monitoring.
A bitter laugh echoed inside her.
How pathetic.
The words she had tried so hard to forget came rushing back.
“Cece is a famous actress. She’s the most beautiful woman in all of Hiddenville. Do you really think you can compare to a strand of hair on her head? You should be grateful you are getting a chance to do her this favor.”
Stefan’s cold voice replayed in her mind over and over again.
The pain in her heart was far worse than the pain in her broken body.
Eventually, exhaustion consumed her and the world went dark once more.
When she opened her eyes again, it was the next morning.
But this time, there was something different about her.
The sadness.
The hope.
The desperation.
All of it was gone.
Her eyes were empty.
A nurse approached her carefully with a chart in her hand.
“What is your name?”
“Anita Wilson.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Do you have any family or relatives we can contact to inform them of your whereabouts?”
For a moment, Stefan’s cold face appeared in her mind.
His cruel words.
His merciless eyes.
The man she had spent ten years loving.
“No.”
The answer came out firm.
The nurse looked at her with sympathy, but Anita turned her face away.
She did not need pity.
The nurse hesitated before speaking again.
“A young man brought you here after the accident. He covered all your medical expenses and left this card, asking us to give it to you when you woke up.”
She handed Anita a golden card.
The Smith family.
Anita could not bring herself to care about who they were.
She simply placed the card on the table beside her bed.
“Your belongings and medication will be returned to you after the discharge process. You will be discharged in three days.”
After the nurse left, several others came in to administer her medication and perform routine checks.
When the room finally became quiet again, Anita closed her eyes.
She had spent ten years living for someone who would never choose her.
Never again.
In this life, she would live for herself.
And everyone who had hurt her would one day pay the price.
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