She Needed My Blood, But I Needed Revenge - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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My voice shattered the silence, and both their heads whipped toward me. Gabriel froze, his arms still draped loosely around Nadia, while she hastily wiped her eyes—like she'd been caught in the middle of something private.
"Amanda," Gabriel said, stepping back from Nadia as if burned. "It's not what you think."
Nadia offered a weak, tear-stained smile. "He was just comforting me. Everything's been… a lot."
"Comforting you?" I crossed my arms, my nails digging into my sleeves. "Then explain why you were even with Gabriel that night, Nadia. Why are you here? You didn't bother telling me anything!"
Their shared glance lasted only a second, but it spoke volumes. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, scrambling for the right lie. Then Nadia leaned in, her voice honey-smooth.
"It was supposed to be a surprise. For you."
"A surprise," I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief.
"Yes." She nodded, too earnest. "Gabriel and I planned something for his birthday—a way to bring us all back together. I've been so busy these past few years, and I thought… maybe you were upset with me. So I wanted to fix things. But then the accident happened before we could tell you."
A hollow laugh escaped me. "A surprise? That's your story?" My chest tightened like a vice. "Funny. Because I had a surprise too. Guess none of us saw this coming."
Gabriel frowned, stepping closer. "What are you talking about?"
"Your apartment," I said, forcing my voice steady. "I stopped by early that morning to drop something off. Thought I'd set everything up before your party. But then—" I gestured vaguely at the hospital walls. "Well. You called."
Gabriel's brow furrowed. "The box? The cake? That was you?"
"Who else would it be?" I lied smoothly.
"Anyway. Happy belated birthday, Gabriel. And welcome back, Nadia." My smile was brittle as glass. Before either could respond, I turned on my heel and walked out.
The second I hit the empty hallway, the weight of it all crashed into me. I pressed a hand to my stomach.
The baby.
He didn't know. And now? I wasn't sure he deserved to. Would a child fix this mess? Would it make him realize what we used to be was worth fighting for?
I slumped against the wall, tears burning behind my eyes. My breath came in ragged bursts as I wrestled with the truth—tell him or walk away?
After what felt like an eternity, I made my choice. He had to know. Maybe, just maybe, the baby would be the wake-up call he needed.
I pushed off the wall, ready to march back in—until I turned the corner.
There they were. Again.
Gabriel and Nadia, huddled on a hallway couch, whispering like conspirators. Nadia's voice was low but razor-sharp.
"Break up with her. She's making everything complicated."
My heart plummeted.
Gabriel dragged a hand down his face. "You know I can't. Not yet. You need her, Nadia. The doctors said you might need more transfusions. If she's around, you'll have unlimited access."
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the gasp clawing up my throat.
"Fine. But promise me you'll ditch her soon," Nadia hissed. "She's been stealing you from me since college! I'm not letting her win!"
The world tilted. My legs trembled as I stumbled back. I'd thought the worst was over—but no. I was just a tool. He never loved me.
Wait. The baby.
I froze mid-step, the truth hitting me like a bucket of ice water. This child deserved better. I deserved better.
Without another second of hesitation, I spun on my heel and strode toward the exit.
The clinic wasn't far. The receptionist's voice was gentle, but I barely registered it as I scribbled my name on the forms, my hands shaking with every stroke.
"Are you sure about this?" the nurse asked softly, searching my face.
My voice didn't waver, even as my heart shattered.
"Yes. I want an abortion."
"Amanda," Gabriel said, stepping back from Nadia as if burned. "It's not what you think."
Nadia offered a weak, tear-stained smile. "He was just comforting me. Everything's been… a lot."
"Comforting you?" I crossed my arms, my nails digging into my sleeves. "Then explain why you were even with Gabriel that night, Nadia. Why are you here? You didn't bother telling me anything!"
Their shared glance lasted only a second, but it spoke volumes. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, scrambling for the right lie. Then Nadia leaned in, her voice honey-smooth.
"It was supposed to be a surprise. For you."
"A surprise," I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief.
"Yes." She nodded, too earnest. "Gabriel and I planned something for his birthday—a way to bring us all back together. I've been so busy these past few years, and I thought… maybe you were upset with me. So I wanted to fix things. But then the accident happened before we could tell you."
A hollow laugh escaped me. "A surprise? That's your story?" My chest tightened like a vice. "Funny. Because I had a surprise too. Guess none of us saw this coming."
Gabriel frowned, stepping closer. "What are you talking about?"
"Your apartment," I said, forcing my voice steady. "I stopped by early that morning to drop something off. Thought I'd set everything up before your party. But then—" I gestured vaguely at the hospital walls. "Well. You called."
Gabriel's brow furrowed. "The box? The cake? That was you?"
"Who else would it be?" I lied smoothly.
"Anyway. Happy belated birthday, Gabriel. And welcome back, Nadia." My smile was brittle as glass. Before either could respond, I turned on my heel and walked out.
The second I hit the empty hallway, the weight of it all crashed into me. I pressed a hand to my stomach.
The baby.
He didn't know. And now? I wasn't sure he deserved to. Would a child fix this mess? Would it make him realize what we used to be was worth fighting for?
I slumped against the wall, tears burning behind my eyes. My breath came in ragged bursts as I wrestled with the truth—tell him or walk away?
After what felt like an eternity, I made my choice. He had to know. Maybe, just maybe, the baby would be the wake-up call he needed.
I pushed off the wall, ready to march back in—until I turned the corner.
There they were. Again.
Gabriel and Nadia, huddled on a hallway couch, whispering like conspirators. Nadia's voice was low but razor-sharp.
"Break up with her. She's making everything complicated."
My heart plummeted.
Gabriel dragged a hand down his face. "You know I can't. Not yet. You need her, Nadia. The doctors said you might need more transfusions. If she's around, you'll have unlimited access."
I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the gasp clawing up my throat.
"Fine. But promise me you'll ditch her soon," Nadia hissed. "She's been stealing you from me since college! I'm not letting her win!"
The world tilted. My legs trembled as I stumbled back. I'd thought the worst was over—but no. I was just a tool. He never loved me.
Wait. The baby.
I froze mid-step, the truth hitting me like a bucket of ice water. This child deserved better. I deserved better.
Without another second of hesitation, I spun on my heel and strode toward the exit.
The clinic wasn't far. The receptionist's voice was gentle, but I barely registered it as I scribbled my name on the forms, my hands shaking with every stroke.
"Are you sure about this?" the nurse asked softly, searching my face.
My voice didn't waver, even as my heart shattered.
"Yes. I want an abortion."
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