kidn*pped
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Chapter 3:
I turned to face him, tears streaming down my face like rivulets of shattered dreams.
"How are we not fit?" I asked, my voice cracking beneath the weight of desperation.
Alex's eyes dropped, avoiding mine as if the truth was too painful to confront.
"Our work," he said finally, his tone flat, resigned. "We're always missing each other. Dates, anniversaries... everything."
His words cut deep, slicing through my soul like a scalpel.
I felt the sting of abandonment, the ache of loneliness.
"We're like two ships passing in the night," he continued, his voice devoid of emotion. "No romance, no emotion. Just routine."
I shook my head, denial and despair wrestling within me.
"But we can make it work," I protested, my voice trembling. "We can find a way."
Alex's expression turned resolute, his eyes hardening like stone.
"You're a doctor, Sophia," he said, his tone detached. "Your work consumes you. And I'm an accountant, always buried in numbers. We'll never have time for each other."
His gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw the love we once shared.
But it was fleeting.
Replaced by the harsh reality.
"Think about our future," he pressed on. "Children. Who'll take care of them? We'll be too busy to even see each other."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
I lifted my gaze, tears brimming in my eyes like a stormy sea.
"You said you were okay with it," I whispered, my voice cracking beneath the weight of hurt and betrayal.
"Before, you never complained about our schedules," I continued, my tone trembling.
"Why now?" I demanded, desperation creeping into my voice.
Alex's expression faltered, his eyes darting away like a guilty fugitive.
"Was it because of her?" I spat, venom lacing my words.
My eyes blazed with accusation.
The air was heavy with tension.
Alex's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of fear and guilt swirling within.
"What are you talking about?" he stammered.
But I saw the truth.
Saw the lie.
Saw the mask crumbling.
"I saw you," I hissed.
"At the restaurant."
"With her."
The words spilled from my lips like poison.
Alex's face paled.
"Sophia, I—"
I cut him off.
"Don't lie to me!" I screamed.
My voice shattered the silence.
My heart shattered with it.
"Don't lie!" I repeated.
Tears streamed down my face.
Alex's face crumpled, his eyes wide with guilt, like a child caught in a lie.
"I'm sorry, Sophia," he whispered, his voice trembling, barely audible.
My mind reeled, thoughts crashing like waves in a stormy sea.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and dropped the bombshell.
"She's pregnant," he said, the words exploding like a grenade.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my diaphragm collapsing, my lungs deflating.
My vision blurred, colors bleeding together, as if the world itself was dissolving.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, a plea from a dying soul.
Alex's face contorted, a mixture of shame and regret, like a reflection in a distorted mirror.
"We're getting married soon."
My heart shattered, fragments piercing my soul like shrapnel.
I couldn't breathe.
My chest tightened, a vise grip, squeezing the life out of me.
Panic set in, my body trembling, as if I was drowning in an ocean of despair.
I pointed towards my bag, my hand shaking, my finger quivering.
"Inhaler," I gasped, my voice strangled, a cry for help.
Alex rushed to grab it, his hands fumbling, as if he was trying to save me from myself.
He handed it to me, his eyes filled with concern.
I took a desperate puff, the medication coursing through my veins like a lifeline.
Slowly, My breathing steadied.
I pushed myself up from the chair, my legs trembling like fragile twigs.
My bag swung over my shoulder, a heavy weight bearing down on me.
Alex's voice pierced the air, a desperate plea.
"Sophia, wait!"
But I didn't flinch.
I didn't look back.
I opened the door, and a slice of evening light cut through the darkness.
The cool air slapped me, a wake-up call from the numbness.
I stepped out, the door slamming shut behind me like a prison gate.
The sound echoed through my hollow soul.
My feet carried me to the car, keys jingling in my shaking hand.
Tears streamed down my face, hot and unchecked.
Unrelenting.
Uncontrollable.
I yanked open the car door, the familiar scent of leather and perfume wafting out.
But it brought no comfort.
Only memories.
Painful reminders.
I slid into the driver's seat, the soft cushions enveloping me like a cold hug.
The ignition roared to life beneath my trembling fingers.
The headlights cast a dim glow on the empty road ahead
I drove through the darkness, tears blurring the city lights. Streetlamps cast long shadows, like skeletal fingers reaching out.
My eyes stung, raw from crying. The windshield wipers swished back and forth, a steady heartbeat.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw a pair of headlights.
Following me.
My heart skipped a beat.
I adjusted the mirror, squinting at the reflected image.
The car's license plate numbers danced before my eyes.
Unfamiliar.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Fear crept in, whispering warnings.
I accelerated, weaving through traffic.
The car kept pace.
My grip on the wheel tightened.
I drove for what felt like an eternity, my eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror.
Finally, I turned onto Elm Street.
Glancing back, I saw nothing.
No headlights.
No pursuer.
Relief washed over me.
Exhausted, I guided my car into the hospital parking lot.
I parked, turned off the engine, and let out a shaky breath.
Grabbing my bag, I stepped out.
Locking the car door, I turned.
And froze.
Through the glass door, a figure loomed.
Massive.
Shadowy.
His voice boomed.
" Dr Sophia Johnson."
Echoing through the night.
I locked eyes on the glass door, my heart sinking as a stranger's voice boomed. before I could react or sat anything.
A needle pierced my neck, its precision a cruel contrast to the agony it unleashed.
My vision blurred, colors bleeding together like watercolors on wet paper.
I collapsed on the ground.
My gaze fell on the stranger, his towering frame looming over me like a specter.
I couldn't control myself from falling asleep. my eyes finally shut.
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