I Missed His Cheat, I Curse His Fate

Chapter 4

At 8 a.m. sharp, a cheerful Serena emerged from the second floor, her arm casually linked with Sean's. She radiated happiness, while he strode beside her with a measured calm.

I sat on the couch, gesturing towards the pair of documents on the coffee table. "If I annoy you that much, just sign them."

Sean's eyes flitted to the documents of Engagement Termination Agreement and Renunciation of Shares in the Lewis Group.

His demeanor darkened quickly as he stepped forward to grasp the papers.

"Sarah, what game are you playing here?" he snapped, with a hint of scorn in his voice. "Giving up the equity too? Is this some ploy to make me change my mind?"

"Just sign," I said softly, but with unyielding determination.

"Once you sign, you're free to go to Glacialand with her."

"Fine, just fine," Sean replied, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he retrieved his pen. "Don't come crying back, expecting me to coddle you after I'm gone."

With decisive, unhesitating movements, he etched his signature onto the papers. As the ink settled, the burden I'd carried eased at last.

I picked up the blood-stained engagement ring, placing it silently beside the signed agreement.

"Consider it settled," I said, retrieving my ID and a few tarot cards before heading for the door.

Outside, the rain was relentless, with icy winds hurling droplets against my skin. I stepped into the downpour, leaving Whispering Pines behind without a second glance.

Sean clutched his pen, watching as I vanished into the storm, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.

His gaze fell to the coffee table where two agreements lay, and next to them, a bloodstained diamond ring that sent a shiver through him.

Just then, the door flew open and Leon burst inside, drenched and his umbrella forgotten.

"Mr. Lewis, I've got urgent news!" Leon announced, pale and clutching a tablet. "Ms. Nelson wasn't taken by ambulance last night. Someone brought her in. I reviewed the hallway footage..."

The video played on the tablet, revealing Serena smirking as she canceled the emergency call.

"Cancel the ambulance. It's all an act," Serena's voice rang in the room from the surveillance video.

Sean pivoted towards Serena, noting how all color drained from her face as she stumbled back.

"Sean, I swear I didn't. This is fake!"

But Sean wasn't listening. He shook off her touch, the unease in his heart spreading like wildfire.

Leon extended the envelope marked with the hospital's emblem to Mr. Lewis, his voice strained, "Mr. Lewis, last night, Ms. Nelson went into severe shock. The doctor needed to review her complete medical history. You should see this."

With bated breath, Sean seized the envelope, pulling out the documents within. At the top lay a medical record dated eight years prior. It was from the day following the horrific blaze at the repair shop on the city's outskirts.

The diagnosis section was harrowing: extensive burns on the back, penetrating deep into the skin layers.

A dizzying hum engulfed Sean's mind, as if every drop of blood had suddenly drained from his body. His memory flashed to the vivid scar that ran from my neck down my back.

Whenever he inquired about it, I would wave it off with nonchalance. "Oh, just a splash from hot oil at work."

But if I was the one who endured such severe burns all those years ago, then who saved him from the inferno? It couldn't have been Serena's brother, who perished that night.

With a clang, the thick folder tumbled from his grip, landing with a thud on the coffee table beside the conspicuous blood diamond ring.

Sean's knees buckled, and he stumbled back, paralyzed by an overwhelming tide of panic and remorse.

Collapsing to the ground, he fumbled for the medical record, realization crashing down on him. He had honored the wrong person. His true lifesaver, the woman who had devoted eight years to loving him fiercely, had been cast aside.

"Sarah!" Sean's voice cracked as he cried out, his eyes wild with desperation, before darting into the ravaging storm outside.