Wife Or Mistress? The Shocking Truth About My Marriage - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

I stood there watching them, feeling like someone was stabbing my chest with a dull knife.
I'd never seen Blake act like this before. He was totally whipped for this girl who ticked every stupid box on his list.
Sophia was obviously being a bitch about the coat on purpose. And I knew as long as she was around, Blake would buy her anything I looked at, just to rub it in my face.
So I gave up. I turned to bail, not wanting to watch their little love fest any longer.
Right then, the mall's fire alarm went off like a banshee.
"Fire! Everyone run!"
Smoke poured through the store while people lost their minds. Screams everywhere.
I got knocked around like a pinball, barely staying on my feet.
I looked up and saw Blake wrap himself around Sophia, booking it toward the exit without even glancing my way.
He didn't look back. Didn't give a shit if I was okay.
"Ahh!"
Someone slammed into me hard. My elbow cracked against the floor, pain shooting up my arm.
Before I could get up, people stepped all over me. I heard my wrist snap with a sickening crack, pain so bad I almost puked.
Then it got worse—I got shoved toward the escalator. I lost my balance and tumbled down the moving stairs like a rag doll!
THUD!
My head smashed against the metal steps. Something warm and sticky ran down my face, making everything blurry.
I curled up in a ball on the floor, hurting everywhere. People were screaming and running, but nobody stopped to help.
Through the chaos, I spotted Blake holding Sophia by the exit, whispering in her ear.
She must've said something because Blake shook his head. I heard him clearly over all the noise:
"I'm your boyfriend. Whatever happens to Liv isn't my problem anymore. Now that I have you, I need to stay away from other girls."
Then he picked Sophia up and carried her off without a backward glance.
I watched them disappear as everything went dark.
My last thought before blacking out? He wasn't lying after all.
He really never gave a damn about me.
I woke up in a hospital bed.
Left arm in a cast. IV stuck in my right arm.
The mall chaos left me with a broken wrist, concussion, and bruises everywhere.
Doc said I needed two weeks of bed rest minimum.
My phone lit up—Blake had posted something new.
Before Sophia, his social media was dead. Gray default pic. Zero posts.
Since hooking up with her, he'd switched to a gross couple photo, plastered her selfie as his background, and started posting like a thirteen-year-old with their first crush.
His latest update from ten minutes ago: "Peeling shrimp for my baby. She says I'm too slow."
The pic showed Sophia pouting, with a plate of peeled shrimp. The comments blew up:
"WTF? Is this really Blake? Who hacked your account?"
"Remember when the hottest girl in school brought you breakfast for a MONTH and you couldn't even remember her NAME? Now you're peeling SHRIMP?"
"So he wasn't actually a cold bastard—he just hadn't met his dream girl!"
Blake's reply to everyone: "This is just for her. Nobody else."
My finger hovered over the like button before I tossed my phone aside without clicking.
Three days later, I was getting out of this place.
Sunlight flooded the room, bouncing off the sheets and hurting my eyes.
A nurse popped in: "Miss Olivia, you're good to go."
I nodded and struggled to sit up.
My right hand was still useless, so I awkwardly packed my crap with my left.
Just as I hit the hallway, I heard a commotion.
Blake burst through the doors carrying Sophia, who was covered in blood. Medical staff ran behind them.
"Save her!" His voice was wrecked, raw with panic. "Please save her!"
I'd never seen Blake like this.
White shirt soaked red. Cut on his forehead still bleeding. Bloodshot eyes.
Completely freaking out. Totally falling apart.
Holding Sophia like she was his whole world.