Chapter 1 A Bolt From The Blue

A searing pain shot through her arm. It was unbearable.

Claire Williams licked her chapped lips and tried to open her eyes but couldn't.

Her eyelids felt hot and heavy. She heard a muffled voice as she stirred on the bed. Sometimes the voice sounded loud and clear and at times it softened, confusing her.

"Gosh, poor thing! The girl's family refused to give her anesthesia. I wonder why they hate her so much."

"Yes. She has thirty stitches on her arm. I feel the pain just by looking at it."

After a long while, Claire slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the IV drip pinching her skin. She soon realized what had happened.

Sierra Brooks had asked her to go shopping with her. But she had brought her only to carry the shopping bags for her.

Sierra often ordered Claire to do her chores, and the latter always obeyed her. That was the case even now.

On the way back, Sierra drove the car and Claire was sitting in the back seat. The next moment, the car crashed.

The car accident flashed in her mind. Claire's heart was drumming in her chest. She broke into a cold sweat. The fear wracked her nerves.

Her body trembled. She frantically looked around and realized no one else was in the ward.

as she was about to sit up, she heard sound

as she realized it was the person whom she

cried

They had been married for three years. She liked him even

come to visit her after knowing about the car accident. She knew it. He cared about

the next second, the man hurried away, not bothering

vanished in an

immediately pulled the needle out of her

"Darren..."

his name and ran after him all the way to the

short

of Darren, was lying on the bed. Her left wrist was wrapped with

sister, Bonita Sampson, and his mother Elora Sampson were also present in the ward. The three of them surrounded Sierra and

was visibly startled when

believed Darren was here

unanimously turned to look at Claire. Her well-dressed mother-in-law stood up first. "Claire, you're just

the blame for Sierra," Bonita

Claire recoiled

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