The Color Of Revenge Was Violet

The rain drummed steadily against the windows, each drop a soft thud that echoed in the empty living room. The scent of wet earth wafted in from the garden, but inside, the room was decorated with pink and blue balloons, banners that read "Boy or Girl?" in cheerful letters. Cupcakes were stacked on the table, untouched, with tiny question marks delicately frosted on top. The cake, sitting in the center of the table, remained uncut- the very cake that was supposed to reveal the gender of their baby.It was 9 p.m., and the gender reveal party, meant to start at 4, had long since fallen apart. Guests, once filled with excitement, had left one by one, exchanging awkward glances and murmured apologies. No one knew where Christian was, and Violet was running out of excuses.Violet’s hands shook as she scrolled through her phone, the screen blurred by the tears welling in her eyes. She had called Christian at least twenty times, texted him countless messages- each one more desperate than the

Violet stood in the center of the room, her heart pounding in her chest as the celebrations swirled around her. The laughter, the joy- it felt like a cruel joke. Luna's hand rested protectively over her own belly, the barely noticeable swell a constant reminder of what Violet had just learned: her sister was pregnant with Christian's child.Her entire world had collapsed in an instant.Violet’s hands clutched her own belly, holding onto the only thing she thought she still had- her baby, Christian’s baby. The life growing inside her was supposed to be the joy that brought their family together. Instead, it had been replaced by Luna’s pregnancy, the attention and excitement shifting entirely to her.But the final blow was still coming. The murmurs started quietly at first, but then they grew louder. She could hear the whispers, the skeptical glances thrown in her direction.“You think it’s really Christian’s baby?” someone asked in a hushed tone, but loud enough for Violet to hear.Vio

The sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavily in the emergency room, mingling with the soft beeping of monitors and the low murmur of hurried voices. The hospital was busy tonight- busier than usual. Nurses rushed past in a blur of white, doctors with tired eyes read charts, and medical staff wheeled gurneys back and forth, attending to patients in need.Dr. Archer Clyfford stood near the nurse’s station, his jaw clenched in frustration as he scrubbed his hands. His day had been nothing short of a disaster. Every case seemed to go wrong, and every patient had been another reminder of the things he couldn’t control. He was angry, and he didn’t even know who or what he was angry at anymore. It was just one of those days.But then, in the corner of his eye, he noticed the commotion by the ambulance bay. A stretcher was wheeled in with a patient who looked barely conscious, blood smeared across her legs and gown. Medical staff buzzed around her, barking orders, but something about the scen

48 Hours Ago“Dr. Clyfford, are you certain you should proceed without family consent?” The nurse’s voice wavered as she scanned the sterile, bright-lit room, her eyes wide with worry.Archer looked up from his position, a slight tremor in his hand as he tried to steady himself. “This isn’t a choice. She’s in critical danger,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with an urgency he couldn’t suppress. “I won’t wait for people who should have been here already.”The nurse hesitated, biting her lip as she considered his words. “But… Doctor, her husband isn’t here, and… isn’t he supposed to make the decision for her?”A flare of anger shot through Archer. Christian should have been by Violet’s side, protecting her, comforting her. Instead, she’d been abandoned. How could he leave her like this?“Yes,” Archer said tightly, struggling to keep his frustration in check. “Yes, he should be here. But he isn’t. And every second we waste waiting for him puts Violet’s life in even greater jeopard