Chapter 3

SUMMER'S POV

I looked at her coldly. "How did you get in?"

"Liam gave me the code, of course," Scarlett said, walking to the sofa and sitting down, playing with her freshly manicured nails.

"Summer Miller, you don't actually believe Liam loves you, do you? You were just a placeholder, a plaything to keep him amused when I wasn't around."

I clenched my fists. "Are you done? If so, get out."

Scarlett's face changed. She shot up and walked toward me. "How dare you speak to me like that? Do you think I can't ruin you in this city with a single word?"

"That's your problem. Move!" I didn't want to argue with her. I grabbed my suitcase, ready to leave.

But Scarlett grabbed my arm, her eyes suddenly turning wild.

"You think you can just walk away? Not so fast!"

She suddenly picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table and, without hesitation, slashed a long cut on her forearm.

Blood instantly welled up.

I was stunned. "Are you insane?!"

Just then, the apartment door opened again. Liam strode in.

"It hurts! Liam, save me!" Scarlett immediately dropped the knife, clutching her bleeding arm, and collapsed to the floor, sobbing dramatically.

Liam's eyes blazed with fury at the sight.

He rushed over, shoving me aside.

"Summer Miller, you're dead!"

Liam shoved me with all his might. Already weak, I lost my balance and fell backward with a heavy thud.

Thud!

My lower abdomen slammed violently into the sharp corner of the marble coffee table before I hit the floor.

A searing, tearing pain ripped through my abdomen, as if something was being forcefully ripped from my body.

"It hurts so much..." I curled up on the floor, cold sweat instantly soaking my clothes.

I felt a warm liquid trickle down my thighs, staining the white carpet red.

"Liam... the baby... save our baby..." I trembled, reaching out, trying to grab Liam's pant leg.

But Liam didn't even spare me a glance.

His eyes were fixed on the wound on Scarlett's arm. He carefully scooped Scarlett into his arms, his voice trembling. "Scarlett, don't be scared, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

He carried Scarlett, stepping right over my body, and rushed out the door.

"Liam..."

I stared desperately at the door as it slammed shut, my vision gradually blurring.

More and more blood flowed from beneath me, like blooming red roses.

I completely succumbed to the darkness.

The hospital, the harsh smell of disinfectant.

When I woke up, the room was empty, only the stark white fluorescent light above pricking my eyes.

A nurse came in to change my IV, and seeing my eyes open, she sighed. "You're awake. The kind person who brought you in has left. Summer Miller, you must be strong. The baby didn't make it. You hit too hard, and your uterus was severely damaged. In the future... it will likely be very difficult for you to have children."

The nurse's words struck me like a thunderbolt, shattering me to pieces.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, not crying, not screaming, just feeling as though my entire heart had been hollowed out, every breath tasting like blood.

Seven years of my youth, exchanged for a dead child and a broken body.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The screen was clean. Liam hadn't called, hadn't sent a single message.

I tapped open our chat on Snapchat, my fingers trembling as I typed a single sentence:

"It's over."