All Chapters of No Petals Left to Give: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The next moment, Spencer ripped his hand from mine and strode toward Fiona, as if drawn by an invisible string.Everything else—the church, the guests, even me—blurred into the background. The only thing in sharp focus was the two of them.Of course. The second she showed up, I'd already lost."I'm here, Spencer. Let's never be apart again," Fiona declared, snatching a microphone from one of the staff. Her words rang out boldly, unapologetically.Without missing a beat, Spencer took her hand and led her toward the church doors.Around me, murmurs swelled into a chorus of whispers. I forced a smile, stretching my lips painfully, trying to save face. But the tears came anyway, blurring my vision.Through the haze, I watched them fade, their figures melting into the fog of my tears.But then, Fiona stopped suddenly and spun around.She pointed at my wedding gown, her voice dripping with venom."I want that dress back. It's mine."The audacity hit like a slap, but before I could

I never thought I'd hear from Spencer again.When his call came, I was stuck in a hospital bed, watching my blood churn through the loops of a dialysis machine.I ignored most of his calls—too wiped out to care.When I finally picked up, his voice hit me, sharp and demanding."Maya, just help me one last time. We can't let anyone keep attacking Fiona like this."Before I could even process, Clara yanked the phone out of my hand."Help you? Are you kidding me?" she snapped. "You and Fiona deserve every bit of the backlash you're getting! If your perfect little princess can't handle it, maybe she shouldn't have messed with someone else's fiancé! Don't ever call Maya again, Spencer. Go back to Fiona, your precious little train wreck, and leave her alone!"When I left the hospital, the doctor's words followed me out: treatment would only get more expensive.But honestly? What was the point?I decided I wasn't going back.***When we got back to Clara's place, Spencer was waiting

The story ended.Silence hung heavy in the room.The sympathy in their eyes shifted—now it was all contempt and judgment.Finally, a bold reporter broke the tension. "Mr. Saun, if that's the case, why did you keep someone like her around after rebuilding SaunCorp?"Spencer's smile was bitter. "Probably because she looks too much like Fiona. I know it was wrong—wrong to hurt the person I love most and... wrong to hurt Miss Lane as well."What happened at the wedding wasn't Fiona's fault. She's suffered so much, and we're deeply sorry for everything Miss Lane went through."Fiona was consumed by guilt after everything. She's too kind, too fragile. She couldn't even attend today's press conference—she's been unwell, carrying the weight of all this."The reporters ate it up. A noble, tragic golden couple.Sure, they had flaws, but who could really blame them?As the press conference ended, the narrative flipped.A live broadcast of the whole event was already spreading online, fa

My thoughts wandered back to when Spencer was first diagnosed with kidney failure.Before the surgery, everything had seemed so perfect. It was a top-tier private hospital—fancy, spotless, with state-of-the-art facilities.The place was funded by the Wore family, and the lead surgeon was Doctor Bever, someone who'd cared for Fiona since she was a kid.That gave me a strange sense of comfort.But when I woke up, I wasn't in that luxurious hospital anymore.I was in a dingy clinic.The pain hit first—the searing, gut-wrenching ache as the anesthesia wore off. A dim, flickering light swung above me, making my vision swim.The door creaked open, groaning like it might fall off its hinges.A round-faced nurse peeked in, startled to see me awake. After a quick check, she rushed off to find the doctor.Their dialect was thick, impossible for me to understand.I stayed there for six months, trapped in that grimy, unfamiliar place, before the Saun family finally remembered to come and

Clara's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? Spencer might not know the full story, but she does. What's her plan? Take your kidney and magically save her life? Really?" Her voice cut through the air, sharp and furious.I fought the urge to laugh.'She doesn't want my kidney,' I thought, 'She wants to use public pity to push me over the edge. She can't find a donor and can't stand that I walked away with Spencer's money. There's no way she'd let me enjoy any of it.'I raised a hand to signal Clara to chill, then leaned back to watch the show.The once-mighty CEO of SaunCorp, a man who used to rule the boardroom, had apparently switched careers to social media influencer.Every night, without fail, he'd go live with his beloved Fiona. Same time, same scripted sob story, always hammering the same points.They claimed I'd promised to donate my kidney but bailed after demanding a fortune, leaving Fiona's surgery on hold and her life supposedly dangling by a thread."Maya, I'm begging y