The Fake Heiress Stole My Fiancé - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My vision swam, the room tilting as I clutched the table for balance. My lips moved in a slurred whisper, "Kate... please don't go..."
Then—BAM! The door flew open with a violent crash.
Lucian stormed in, his eyes scanning the chaos before locking onto me. His expression darkened, and before I could react—SMACK! His palm struck my cheek with brutal force.
I hit the ground hard, glass shards biting into my palms. Pain shot through me, but the ringing in my ears drowned out everything else.
Without a word, Lucian scooped Elaine into his arms, his glare like ice. His lips moved, but I couldn't hear a damn thing over the roaring in my skull.
Then he was gone, leaving me curled up in the corner, shaking. "Don't hurt Kate... hit me instead," I begged the empty air. "She's pregnant... she'll die..."
When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, an IV dripping glucose into my veins.
Lucian strode in, his face unreadable. "Elaine has depression now. Happy?"
I stared at my clenched fists. "I didn't do anything to her."
His jaw tightened. "Still lying? If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be like this."
Before I could retort, a nurse peeked in. "Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Simpson is awake. She's asking for you."
"Fine."
He shot me one last withering look and turned to leave.
My throat burned as I rasped, "If you walk out that door... you'll lose me for good. Are you really okay with that?"
"You did this to yourself."
He didn't even hesitate. Just left me there, staring at the empty doorway.
Later, I scrolled through my phone and found an old note: "Forgive him. Give him another chance."
My finger hovered for half a second—then deleted it.
He'd had his chance. And he blew it.
No more pretending. No more lies.
I was done.
Then—BAM! The door flew open with a violent crash.
Lucian stormed in, his eyes scanning the chaos before locking onto me. His expression darkened, and before I could react—SMACK! His palm struck my cheek with brutal force.
I hit the ground hard, glass shards biting into my palms. Pain shot through me, but the ringing in my ears drowned out everything else.
Without a word, Lucian scooped Elaine into his arms, his glare like ice. His lips moved, but I couldn't hear a damn thing over the roaring in my skull.
Then he was gone, leaving me curled up in the corner, shaking. "Don't hurt Kate... hit me instead," I begged the empty air. "She's pregnant... she'll die..."
When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, an IV dripping glucose into my veins.
Lucian strode in, his face unreadable. "Elaine has depression now. Happy?"
I stared at my clenched fists. "I didn't do anything to her."
His jaw tightened. "Still lying? If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be like this."
Before I could retort, a nurse peeked in. "Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Simpson is awake. She's asking for you."
"Fine."
He shot me one last withering look and turned to leave.
My throat burned as I rasped, "If you walk out that door... you'll lose me for good. Are you really okay with that?"
"You did this to yourself."
He didn't even hesitate. Just left me there, staring at the empty doorway.
Later, I scrolled through my phone and found an old note: "Forgive him. Give him another chance."
My finger hovered for half a second—then deleted it.
He'd had his chance. And he blew it.
No more pretending. No more lies.
I was done.
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