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Back at the hospital, Allan moved me to a different ward. "You were incredibly brave today, truly," he said, sitting by my bedside as he cracked walnuts with nimble fingers, not missing a chance to praise me. His words warmed me, and after a brief pause, I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind. "Why are you helping me?" Allan looked at me, his gaze steady. "If I told you it was because I like you, would you believe me?" I gestured for him to continue, and he didn't hesitate. "I've actually known you for a long time," he confessed. "We went to the same university." His words surprised me, but I listened intently as he continued. "Later, my family forced me to drop out and retake my entrance exams to apply for medical school." In his eyes, I was someone with extraordinary talent. "I still remember the first time I saw you," he said, his voice soft with nostalgia. "You were painting in the corridor. I stood there like I'd been struck by lightning—frozen,
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Matthew had been struggling against his restraints, but at those words, he let out a howl of disbelief, wild and guttural. "Leona wouldn't lie to me!" he screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he slammed his head against the floor. "She said she'd marry me! You're all liars!" By the time the police arrived to drag him away, Matthew had descended into incoherent madness. His eyes were vacant, his mutterings unintelligible. Allan rushed to my side, his face pale as paper. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I was scared out of my mind." Seeing his pallor, a surge of emotion overwhelmed me. Before I could think twice, I wrapped my arms tightly around him. Allan froze for a second, then embraced me just as fiercely. "Rose," he murmured, his voice trembling. "From now on, let me protect you, alright?"Tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded, my face buried in the safety of his arms. The surgery went well, and I was told I'd be discharged in a month. Meanwhile, the i
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Matthew stared at me, disbelief etched into his face, his eyes brimming with hurt. "So, am I really that despicable in your eyes?" he asked, his voice trembling. I let out a cold laugh. "What else would you expect? You nearly got me killed twice, and now you want me to thank you?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Matthew, love me?He dared to speak of love?Then what were all the humiliations and neglect I endured? Were they just meaningless trifles? After throwing a few more biting words his way, I turned to leave. "Rose," he called, his voice heavy with despair, "I'm sorry. I beg you, just don't hate me..." I stopped and turned back to meet his sorrowful, deep gaze.Once, I had dreamed of losing myself in those eyes, of spending a lifetime within their depths.But now, my tears formed an unbridgeable ocean between us.We were destined to remain on opposite shores. "I don't hate you," I replied. "I just want to leave you. Forget you."The moment I stepped out of
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"Dr. Becker, this patient has a cranial fracture and is in critical condition. She needs immediate emergency treatment!" Several nurses hurried over, trying to lift me onto a stretcher, but they were stopped cold by my husband, Matthew Becker. The pile-up had left victims scattered across the highway like fallen leaves in a storm. The entire expressway was shut down, and even with three ambulances on site, there weren't enough to evacuate all the injured. Matthew walked over, his expression unreadable. He lifted my eyelids for a cursory glance before pulling out a tissue to wipe away the blood that had sullied his hands, his distaste plain as day. "She's beyond saving," he declared flatly. "No one could pull her back from this. Stop wasting time—let it go." I wanted to scream, to plead, to beg him not to give up on me, but my voice was trapped somewhere deep inside me, unreachable. The only movement I could muster was the faint twitch of my fingers, desperate to grab hold of
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I lay there on the ground, my body trembling as the chill seeped into my bones. The cacophony of voices around me was a cruel reminder of how close help was, yet not a single soul stepped forward. The ambulance stood within reach, and I could feel the cruel irony of life slipping away, inch by inch. My chest burned with bitterness. Matthew—why? Why are you so determined to see me dead? I could be saved; I should be saved! "Why is no one helping this patient?" A voice broke through the noise. A doctor in a white coat had spotted me. "That's Dr. Becker's wife," someone replied hesitantly. "He signed a DNR agreement, said she wasn't worth the resources…" "Nonsense!" the doctor barked. "Who gave him the right to decide her life and death? Get her on that ambulance—now!" Hope flickered faintly within me, like a guttering flame. Perhaps there was still a chance."Matthew!" The sound of my movement must've reached someone, for they rushed to notify him. Moments later, he appe
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"Dr. Henry, the patient's gone into shock! What should we do?" The frantic voice pierced the haze of my drifting consciousness. Somewhere in the chaos, someone called my name, begging me not to die. I clawed my way back to awareness, just enough to sense the room shift. The rescue operation had reached its most critical moment, and that's when Matthew finally made his grand entrance. But he didn't come alone. Trailing behind him was a mob of media reporters, their cameras poised and ready, flashing like a thousand little suns. The blinding lights turned the operating room into a grotesque stage. Matthew strode forward with calculated purpose, taking the surgical knife from Allan's hand. I lay frozen, helpless, a wave of panic crashing over me as he approached.With swift, practiced movements, Matthew finished the surgery, pausing only to dab at his brow theatrically for the cameras. "I've done it," he announced to the lenses with a noble air. "I've saved my wife. If I'd lo
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On the day of the art exhibit, I arrived just as the event was in full swing. The gallery buzzed with excitement, and there she was—Leona, standing radiant at the center of a crowd of eager journalists. Her cheeks glowed as she posed beside one of the paintings, rattling off a rehearsed speech as if she were born for the spotlight. I couldn't help but let my gaze drift down the long corridor, the walls lined with oil paintings I knew all too well. Every brushstroke, every hue—each one was mine. Yet beneath each frame hung a plaque bearing her name. Tears welled in my eyes. She hadn't just stolen my work; she had robbed me of my identity. And as if that wasn't enough, she'd tried to claim my life with that car accident. Why? Why did she think she could take everything? As my anger simmered beneath the surface, Leona spotted me. Her smile never wavered as she walked over, her polished demeanor as saccharine as ever. "This is my dear friend," she announced, her voice sweet and
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Matthew stared at me, disbelief etched into his face, his eyes brimming with hurt. "So, am I really that despicable in your eyes?" he asked, his voice trembling. I let out a cold laugh. "What else would you expect? You nearly got me killed twice, and now you want me to thank you?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Matthew, love me?He dared to speak of love?Then what were all the humiliations and neglect I endured? Were they just meaningless trifles? After throwing a few more biting words his way, I turned to leave. "Rose," he called, his voice heavy with despair, "I'm sorry. I beg you, just don't hate me..." I stopped and turned back to meet his sorrowful, deep gaze.Once, I had dreamed of losing myself in those eyes, of spending a lifetime within their depths.But now, my tears formed an unbridgeable ocean between us.We were destined to remain on opposite shores. "I don't hate you," I replied. "I just want to leave you. Forget you."The moment I stepped out of
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Matthew had been struggling against his restraints, but at those words, he let out a howl of disbelief, wild and guttural. "Leona wouldn't lie to me!" he screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he slammed his head against the floor. "She said she'd marry me! You're all liars!" By the time the police arrived to drag him away, Matthew had descended into incoherent madness. His eyes were vacant, his mutterings unintelligible. Allan rushed to my side, his face pale as paper. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I was scared out of my mind." Seeing his pallor, a surge of emotion overwhelmed me. Before I could think twice, I wrapped my arms tightly around him. Allan froze for a second, then embraced me just as fiercely. "Rose," he murmured, his voice trembling. "From now on, let me protect you, alright?"Tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded, my face buried in the safety of his arms. The surgery went well, and I was told I'd be discharged in a month. Meanwhile, the i
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Back at the hospital, Allan moved me to a different ward. "You were incredibly brave today, truly," he said, sitting by my bedside as he cracked walnuts with nimble fingers, not missing a chance to praise me. His words warmed me, and after a brief pause, I asked the question that had been lingering in my mind. "Why are you helping me?" Allan looked at me, his gaze steady. "If I told you it was because I like you, would you believe me?" I gestured for him to continue, and he didn't hesitate. "I've actually known you for a long time," he confessed. "We went to the same university." His words surprised me, but I listened intently as he continued. "Later, my family forced me to drop out and retake my entrance exams to apply for medical school." In his eyes, I was someone with extraordinary talent. "I still remember the first time I saw you," he said, his voice soft with nostalgia. "You were painting in the corridor. I stood there like I'd been struck by lightning—frozen,
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The scene was beyond chaotic—an uproar that swallowed the gallery whole. Sensing the tantalizing scent of scandal, the reporters surged forward like a pack of wolves, closing in tightly around Leona. She stood frozen in the storm of questions and flashing cameras, utterly speechless. I stepped into the spotlight, my voice steady and cutting, the cameras fixed squarely on me. "They're murderers," I declared, my words sharp as the edge of a blade. "That recent highway accident? The one that claimed lives and left others shattered? The culprit is none other than Leona!" Tears began to roll down my cheeks, unbidden, as if I were speaking to the ghost of my own broken body, lying helpless on that fateful day. "As Matthew's wife, I begged him for help. But what did he say? He told them to stop trying to save me. To let me die." Matthew's face turned a furious shade of crimson, and his composure snapped like dry kindling. "You wretch!" he spat, storming toward me. "Do you even k
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"Dr. Henry, the patient's gone into shock! What should we do?" The frantic voice pierced the haze of my drifting consciousness. Somewhere in the chaos, someone called my name, begging me not to die. I clawed my way back to awareness, just enough to sense the room shift. The rescue operation had reached its most critical moment, and that's when Matthew finally made his grand entrance. But he didn't come alone. Trailing behind him was a mob of media reporters, their cameras poised and ready, flashing like a thousand little suns. The blinding lights turned the operating room into a grotesque stage. Matthew strode forward with calculated purpose, taking the surgical knife from Allan's hand. I lay frozen, helpless, a wave of panic crashing over me as he approached.With swift, practiced movements, Matthew finished the surgery, pausing only to dab at his brow theatrically for the cameras. "I've done it," he announced to the lenses with a noble air. "I've saved my wife. If I'd lo
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"Dr. Becker, this patient has a cranial fracture and is in critical condition. She needs immediate emergency treatment!" Several nurses hurried over, trying to lift me onto a stretcher, but they were stopped cold by my husband, Matthew Becker. The pile-up had left victims scattered across the highway like fallen leaves in a storm. The entire expressway was shut down, and even with three ambulances on site, there weren't enough to evacuate all the injured. Matthew walked over, his expression unreadable. He lifted my eyelids for a cursory glance before pulling out a tissue to wipe away the blood that had sullied his hands, his distaste plain as day. "She's beyond saving," he declared flatly. "No one could pull her back from this. Stop wasting time—let it go." I wanted to scream, to plead, to beg him not to give up on me, but my voice was trapped somewhere deep inside me, unreachable. The only movement I could muster was the faint twitch of my fingers, desperate to grab hold of
