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Vivian

I couldn't believe what had just happened, even though I had seen it with my own eyes. My breath hitched in my chest, burning as if every part of my body was on fire. Tortured by my memory, I replayed the scene over and over: Nate carefully lifted Eve into his arms as if she were a fragile egg, and then carried her to what I could only assume was his car to take her to what I could only assume was the hospital.

Not once did he look at me. Not even once. I was his wife, for God's sake, and he didn't even care about me, even though I was the one truly injured. The betrayal was mind-numbing, more brutal than my bruises, and with every replay, water gathered in my eyes, threatening to flood my cheeks.

Within minutes, the road became congested. Cars that had been racing to their destinations could no longer move, jammed together by the obstacle ahead. For some unknown reason, there was no security official to handle the unexpected, serious traffic. I could hear the angry shouts from