I Thought You Loved Me Until I Died

Chapter3

Olivia’s POV

Silence filled the room.

Their expressions turned awkward, regretful.

I felt something inside me collapse completely.

“So it’s true…” My lips trembled. “Lucas… gave it to her…?”

They hesitated when I questioned them, exchanging uneasy glances.

“We… we thought Lucas had your permission,” one nurse said softly. “We assumed you knew about it.”

The words struck like a bolt of lightning.

My mate… gave away my life-saving medicine… and everyone thought I agreed?

My mind went blank. A roaring filled my ears as if the world itself had collapsed around me.

Lucas… chose Evelyn over my life.

I forced myself out of bed, gripping the wall for support. My legs trembled violently with every step, but I kept moving, dragging my weak body toward Evelyn’s room.

The corridor felt endless.

When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar.

Voices spilled out from inside.

“Come on, Evelyn, take the medicine,” Mother urged gently. “It’ll help you recover faster.”

Father pressed the small vial into her hands. “Drink it. After this, you won’t fall sick so easily anymore.”

Evelyn's voice came out soft, trembling. “I… I don’t deserve this. It should be for Olivia…”

Before she could finish, Lucas spoke.

“You deserve it,” he said firmly. “Olivia’s body is much stronger than yours. She’ll be fine.”

I stood frozen at the door, my throat locked, no sound able to escape.

Then—

Evelyn looked up.

Our eyes met through the narrow gap.

I shook my head weakly, lips barely moving.

“No…”

My fingers lifted, trembling, silently pleading.

Don’t.

For a split second, she stared at me.

Then… she smiled.

Cold. Sharp. Sinister.

She raised the vial to her lips.

Panic exploded in my chest.

I lunged forward, pushing the door open and stumbling toward her bed with all the strength I had left.

“Stop—!”

I reached out, trying to snatch the medicine back.

But at that exact moment, Evelyn let out a startled cry and tilted her hand.

The vial slipped.

It crashed to the floor along with the glass of water.

Liquid spread instantly across the tiles—soaking, vanishing, irretrievable.

My medicine.

Gone.

“No—!” The scream tore from my throat, raw and broken.

I stared at the spreading stain, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Father grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me back. “What are you doing?! Why are you trying to snatch her medicine?”

Mother’s face twisted with anger. “You’re still this vicious? Why can’t you stop targeting Evelyn?”

I turned to Lucas, tears blurring my vision. “Why…?” My voice shook violently. “Why did you give my medicine to her…?”

Lucas looked at me, his gaze cold, almost disgusted. “You’re standing here perfectly fine, strong enough to rush over and bully her. Do you really need an explanation?”

Something inside me snapped.

“She’s faking it!” I shouted hoarsely. “Why are you all treating me like this?! What did I ever do to deserve this?!”

“Enough!”

Father’s hand struck my face hard.

The slap echoed in the room.

Pain exploded across my cheek as my head snapped to the side, my body swaying.

“Evelyn’s parents died for this pack on the battlefield,” he said coldly. “This is what she deserves. And you—ungrateful and heartless—dare to fight her over medicine?”

Tears streamed down my face, but no one cared.

Evelyn suddenly began to cry, her voice fragile and trembling. “It’s… it’s my fault. That medicine was Olivia’s. I shouldn’t have taken it… I got scared just now and knocked it over… otherwise she could have taken it…”

Her words sounded full of guilt.

Immediately, everyone turned on me.

“You went too far!” Mother scolded.

“You’d rather destroy it than let her have it?” Father added angrily.

“You won’t take it yourself, and you won’t let her take it either?”

Their accusations came one after another, sharp and relentless.

I looked at them—at my family, at my mate—watching them speak over each other, defending her, condemning me.

And suddenly…

I laughed.

A soft, hollow laugh escaped my lips.

So this was it.

This family… I had finally let it go.

Seeing me laugh, they froze.

Shock flashed across my parents’ faces.

Evelyn quickly wiped her tears and spoke softly, “Please don’t blame Olivia… I know she didn’t mean it…”

Mother frowned and turned to me. “Apologize to your sister.”

Lucas stood beside Evelyn, his expression hard, his voice low and firm. “You should say sorry. Right now.”

I pressed a hand against my burning cheek, the sting from the slap still pulsing through my skin.

Slowly, I looked up at my mother—then at each of them, one by one.

Father’s brows were tightly drawn, his gaze sharp with anger and disappointment.

Mother’s eyes were cold, lips pressed into a thin line, as if I had done something unforgivable.

Evelyn clutched the blanket, looking fragile and wronged, yet there was a flicker of satisfaction buried deep in her eyes.

Lucas…

He stood beside her, posture straight, expression stern. There was no warmth left—only judgment.

Every pair of eyes was filled with blame. Not one of them looked at me with concern.

Not one.

My gaze dropped to the floor.

The shattered glass lay there, fragments glinting faintly under the light. The medicine—my only chance to live—had already soaked into the tiles, gone beyond recovery.

A hollow ache spread through my chest.

I turned away and began to walk toward the door, limping slightly, my legs still weak, my body trembling with every step.

I just wanted to leave.

Before I could reach the doorway, an arm shot out and blocked my path.

“Olivia.”

Lucas’s voice.

I stopped.

“Apologize to Evelyn,” he said, his tone steady. “Giving her the medicine without your permission—that was my mistake. I’ll apologize to you for that. But Evelyn did nothing wrong. You owe her an apology.”

I slowly lifted my head.

Our eyes met.

His gaze was firm. Unyielding. Not a trace of hesitation.

And suddenly, he felt like a stranger.

The bond between us… it felt faint, distant—like a thread that had already snapped without me noticing.

The Lucas who used to shield me, who once cared for me with quiet devotion, who promised he would never leave me…

He was gone.

Dead.

Standing in front of me now was someone else entirely.

A bitter, cold laugh escaped my lips.

I pushed his arm aside.

“I’m not apologizing,” I said quietly, my voice hoarse but steady.

Then I walked past him.

Behind me, Lucas’s voice rang out again—lower this time, heavier, final.

“If you refuse to apologize…”

I paused.

“…then we’re ending our mate bond.”