A week later. I was the target of a meticulously planned car accident.
At the most critical moment, Jasper pulled me to safety. All I had were a few minor scrapes.
The driver was Daicy.
I didn't know Gery was also at the scene. Daicy clearly saw him too.
She didn't hesitate, she drove straight at him.
By the time Gery was rushed to the hospital, he'd already fallen into a deep coma. Though I no longer loved him, I went to visit him out of respect for what we once had, and for what he'd done for my grandmother.
His leg had been amputated. He'd need a prosthetic or a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
In the hospital bed, Gery couldn't bring himself to look at me. He only muttered to himself. "It's all my fault. Why is everything I do wrong?"
Through the police interrogation of Dai
