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Weight of Words Untold Chapter 9
This was the first time Dean had shown such genuine concern for me, and I couldn't help but chuckle; it took a divorce for him to notice I had lost weight. It felt like I had always put on a good front around him, but the truth was that I was dying. Before I could respond, Dean received a call and prepared to leave. I was close enough to hear a soft, familiar voice on the other end—Elaine was calling. She asked when he would be back so they could have dinner together. I shook my head with a wry smile, realizing I had briefly entertained the fantasy that he truly cared about me. I took a cab back to the hospital and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, Keith accompanied me to a nearby mall to buy a new outfit. I wanted to look presentable when I went with Fred to see my parents tomorrow; I needed to feel vibrant and ready. After trying on the new clothes, I caught a glimpse of my hollow cheeks in the mirror and noticed the pallor of my skin. I worried that my parent
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 10
As I was leaving, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw it was Dean. It seemed like he had been waiting for me on purpose. But considering we were already divorced, I couldn't imagine what reason he had to look for me.So, I walked past him without sparing him a glance.I moved slowly, and he stayed still for a moment, probably surprised that I didn't say a single word to him. After a few seconds, he caught up and blocked my way, looking a bit confused. "Where are you going?"My tears hadn't even dried yet, and I glared at him with clear irritation. "That's none of your business."He seemed shocked by my tone. I guess I had always been too gentle with him over the years, rarely speaking to him like this. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, then grabbed my arm and frowned. "Come home with me."I felt like my hallucinations were getting worse lately. It was the first time I'd ever heard Dean use the word "home" with me. I remembered that the home he referred to had
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 11
I scanned the area, but there was no sign of her until I noticed a crowd gathered around a flowerbed in the nearby park. Peering through the throng, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was Veronica. I stumbled toward her, my hands spilling most of the hot drink I had brought, leaving a painful red mark across my palm. Her face was pale, crumpled against the ground as if life had slipped from her. I couldn’t think of anything else; I rushed forward and cradled her in my arms, only to discover her clothes were stained crimson with blood. How could this have happened? A sudden memory struck me—on the day we divorced, after she left, I had found my office trash bin overflowing with used tissues. The cleaning lady had asked if someone was hurt. At that moment, I had been too consumed with thoughts of revenge against Veronica to pay much attention. I just told the cleaning lady to take out the trash.Maybe she had already been sick then… No, that was impossible! I fo
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 1
The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn't wait to draft the divorce agreement.Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free.On the day we were finalizing our divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. "Veronica Byrd, look at you—you're miserable."I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring.Miserable? In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.-As I initiated the divorce, Dean stood before me, staring for what felt like an eternity, as if he were trying to bore a hole through me with his gaze. It wasn't until I pulled out the divorce agreement and signed my name that he snapped out of it, his fingers tracing over the document, glancing at it repeatedly.I knew he must have found it hard to believe that I, the woman he had been entangled with for five years, was the one initiating the divorce.After a long silence, he tossed the agreement aside, a barely pe
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 2
That night, Dean was in a great mood, accepting every drink his business partners offered without hesitation. Meanwhile, Fred and I sat in the corner, like forgotten clowns at a circus. When Fred tried to offer him a drink, Dean didn't even acknowledge it. The people around us exchanged knowing looks and began mocking us openly."Seems like the Byrds really don't know their place. Mr. Potter has already thrown them plenty of projects, and now they want to steal more from us.""With an appetite that big, they'd better watch out… Greed never ends well."Fred's face paled, but he quickly forced a smile. "All those projects have been cut. We're just hoping you can throw us a bone, Mr. Potter."Dean, visibly irritated, gestured toward me. "You want new projects? Let her do the drinking."Fred grew flustered, glancing at me nervously before speaking up. "She can't drink. I'll drink with you instead."Dean didn't budge, his gaze fixed on me, savoring the opportunity to make things d
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 3
I collapsed by the roadside, the chill biting through my bones. Someone nudged me, lifting me gently into their arms. "Veronica… Veronica…" I could barely tell if it was Dean or Fred. When I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a stranger's face. It was then I realized it was all just my imagination. I touched my face and forehead, feeling like they were boiling with fever. The blood smeared all over my face startled a kind-hearted passerby, who had woken me. With every ounce of strength, I pushed myself up, my head feeling as heavy as a lead ball. The passerby asked if I needed an ambulance, but I shook my head, declining his offer. I forced my battered body to make it to the hospital on my own. As dawn broke, warmth began to seep into my frozen limbs. After registering with a few other doctors, I sat quietly waiting. When Keith White spotted me sitting alone on a bench in the corridor, confusion spread across his face. "Why are you sitting here
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 4
I could no longer hear what he was saying, but suddenly, I was transported back to that night when he and Elaine were wrapped up in each other's arms. Panicking that a swarm of reporters might discover us, I grabbed his hand and pulled it around my waist, leaning against him for support. He shoved me away forcefully, his disgust palpable. "Veronica, don't forget, we aren't married yet!" I felt weak all over and collapsed, a wave of metallic sweetness rising in my throat. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard his urgent voice. "Veronica, what's wrong?"When I awoke in the hospital, the room was empty. I was wondering who had brought me there when Dean walked in, holding a clipboard.Our eyes met, and he said, "You drank a little and coughed up this much blood? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were dying and trying to con me." My heart sank, thinking he had figured it out. He tossed the medical report my way; the diagnosis was stomach bleeding, a result of drinking
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 5
I watched as Dean's expression shifted rapidly, his lips pressed together in silence. After a long pause, I managed to force myself to stand, feeling the weight of his earlier victorious stance evaporate. Suddenly, exhaustion crashed over me, and I realized I didn't want anything more to do with this man.In a quiet voice, I said, "Dean, it's time to finalize the divorce." His eyes widened in shock before he quickly masked his surprise. As he glared at my retreating figure, his voice trembled with anger. "Veronica, what kind of person are you? Everyone can see it now!" I didn't reply. Sitting in the car, I recalled how five years ago, I had coerced him into marrying me, a fact that weighed heavily on my conscience. But I had explained myself back then. After his company went public, I had brought up divorce several times, yet each time he had responded with venomous words. "Veronica, so you're done using me, huh? You still owe me; you can't just walk away." Those words
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I scanned the area, but there was no sign of her until I noticed a crowd gathered around a flowerbed in the nearby park. Peering through the throng, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was Veronica. I stumbled toward her, my hands spilling most of the hot drink I had brought, leaving a painful red mark across my palm. Her face was pale, crumpled against the ground as if life had slipped from her. I couldn’t think of anything else; I rushed forward and cradled her in my arms, only to discover her clothes were stained crimson with blood. How could this have happened? A sudden memory struck me—on the day we divorced, after she left, I had found my office trash bin overflowing with used tissues. The cleaning lady had asked if someone was hurt. At that moment, I had been too consumed with thoughts of revenge against Veronica to pay much attention. I just told the cleaning lady to take out the trash.Maybe she had already been sick then… No, that was impossible! I fo
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As I was leaving, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw it was Dean. It seemed like he had been waiting for me on purpose. But considering we were already divorced, I couldn't imagine what reason he had to look for me.So, I walked past him without sparing him a glance.I moved slowly, and he stayed still for a moment, probably surprised that I didn't say a single word to him. After a few seconds, he caught up and blocked my way, looking a bit confused. "Where are you going?"My tears hadn't even dried yet, and I glared at him with clear irritation. "That's none of your business."He seemed shocked by my tone. I guess I had always been too gentle with him over the years, rarely speaking to him like this. He stood there stunned for a few seconds, then grabbed my arm and frowned. "Come home with me."I felt like my hallucinations were getting worse lately. It was the first time I'd ever heard Dean use the word "home" with me. I remembered that the home he referred to had
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 9
This was the first time Dean had shown such genuine concern for me, and I couldn't help but chuckle; it took a divorce for him to notice I had lost weight. It felt like I had always put on a good front around him, but the truth was that I was dying. Before I could respond, Dean received a call and prepared to leave. I was close enough to hear a soft, familiar voice on the other end—Elaine was calling. She asked when he would be back so they could have dinner together. I shook my head with a wry smile, realizing I had briefly entertained the fantasy that he truly cared about me. I took a cab back to the hospital and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, Keith accompanied me to a nearby mall to buy a new outfit. I wanted to look presentable when I went with Fred to see my parents tomorrow; I needed to feel vibrant and ready. After trying on the new clothes, I caught a glimpse of my hollow cheeks in the mirror and noticed the pallor of my skin. I worried that my parent
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 8
A wave of sadness washed over me. Over the years, Fred and I had grown so distant. Ever since our parents passed, we hadn't really sat down and had a proper conversation.After a long silence, he adjusted my blanket and said softly, "Had a nightmare again, huh? Go back to sleep. I'll stay here with you."My eyes stung with tears, but I nodded and obediently lay back down."Fred," I called out quietly, peeking my head out from under the covers. "Do you still blame me?"The room was dark, the lights off. From the shadows, Fred's voice came gently. "No, I don't blame you. It's my fault. I should've done better for you all these years."I pulled the blanket over my head and let the tears silently roll down. It felt like all the heartache of the past few years finally melted away in this moment.After what felt like forever, I lifted the blanket again. Fred was still sitting by my bedside, watching over me. I remembered the white bandage wrapped around his left hand. My voice hoarse
Weight of Words Untold Chapter 7
It wasn't until I got into the car that I realized Elaine was already there. She turned around, her face all innocent, and said, "Ms. Byrd, you seem to have lost quite a bit of weight recently." Dean, overhearing, glanced at me through the rearview mirror and muttered, "Serves you right." I felt a surge of annoyance and chose not to respond. When we arrived at the clerk’s office, I stepped out of the car and was hit by another wave of dizziness—probably a flare-up of my condition. I saw Elaine linking arms with Dean as they entered the building together, their figures merging into one, making it hard for me to focus on the path ahead. Moments later, I was being helped out of the restroom, pale and weak. I simply didn't have the energy today; if I took a few more steps, I feared I would collapse right there. The line was long, so I sent a text to Dean, asking if we could postpone this whole ordeal. After what felt like an eternity, I spotted him and Elaine wal
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I was rushed into the operating room and underwent hours of emergency surgery. It wasn’t even that serious of an injury, but my body was so weak and worn out that the bleeding just wouldn’t stop. Fortunately, after some close calls, I made it through. I spent one day in the ICU before being moved to a regular room. As the hospital bed was pushed out, I saw Dean standing nearby, his eyes bloodshot. I had no idea what that meant. Maybe he was just here to check if I was dead yet. Sorry to disappoint him, but I was still alive. Keith came rushing over as soon as he got out of the operating room, sighing in relief when he saw that I was okay. His eyes were red too—I never knew Keith could be such a crybaby. From the moment I met him, he would always tear up when he saw me like this.I teased him, "Dr. White, do I look ugly?" He stared at me, confused. I chuckled, "Did I scare you with how bad I look?" Suddenly, Keith pulled me into a tight hug, almost knocking the wind out o
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I watched as Dean's expression shifted rapidly, his lips pressed together in silence. After a long pause, I managed to force myself to stand, feeling the weight of his earlier victorious stance evaporate. Suddenly, exhaustion crashed over me, and I realized I didn't want anything more to do with this man.In a quiet voice, I said, "Dean, it's time to finalize the divorce." His eyes widened in shock before he quickly masked his surprise. As he glared at my retreating figure, his voice trembled with anger. "Veronica, what kind of person are you? Everyone can see it now!" I didn't reply. Sitting in the car, I recalled how five years ago, I had coerced him into marrying me, a fact that weighed heavily on my conscience. But I had explained myself back then. After his company went public, I had brought up divorce several times, yet each time he had responded with venomous words. "Veronica, so you're done using me, huh? You still owe me; you can't just walk away." Those words
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I could no longer hear what he was saying, but suddenly, I was transported back to that night when he and Elaine were wrapped up in each other's arms. Panicking that a swarm of reporters might discover us, I grabbed his hand and pulled it around my waist, leaning against him for support. He shoved me away forcefully, his disgust palpable. "Veronica, don't forget, we aren't married yet!" I felt weak all over and collapsed, a wave of metallic sweetness rising in my throat. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard his urgent voice. "Veronica, what's wrong?"When I awoke in the hospital, the room was empty. I was wondering who had brought me there when Dean walked in, holding a clipboard.Our eyes met, and he said, "You drank a little and coughed up this much blood? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were dying and trying to con me." My heart sank, thinking he had figured it out. He tossed the medical report my way; the diagnosis was stomach bleeding, a result of drinking
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I collapsed by the roadside, the chill biting through my bones. Someone nudged me, lifting me gently into their arms. "Veronica… Veronica…" I could barely tell if it was Dean or Fred. When I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with a stranger's face. It was then I realized it was all just my imagination. I touched my face and forehead, feeling like they were boiling with fever. The blood smeared all over my face startled a kind-hearted passerby, who had woken me. With every ounce of strength, I pushed myself up, my head feeling as heavy as a lead ball. The passerby asked if I needed an ambulance, but I shook my head, declining his offer. I forced my battered body to make it to the hospital on my own. As dawn broke, warmth began to seep into my frozen limbs. After registering with a few other doctors, I sat quietly waiting. When Keith White spotted me sitting alone on a bench in the corridor, confusion spread across his face. "Why are you sitting here
