When There Is Nothing Left But Love

She raised a questioning brow at everyone in the ward. Empty laughter cackled from her lips. “I’m the victim! I got stabbed for no reason, yet you’re all so cold-blooded to me. You asked me what I want. Well, I want to stab her back! Can you fulfill this request?”

My jaw tightened. I eyed her coldly and agreed, “That’s fine by me!”

Ashton’s brows furrowed into a deep “V” as he looked furiously at me. “Scarlett, shut up!”

“You’re fine with it?” Rebecca smiled ear-to-ear. “Great! Come over here, and we’ll get even after stabbing you.”

With that said, her cold glare fixated on me as she ripped out the IV needle from her arm. “There are no knives here, but I won’t need one. I’ll use this needle instead. We can call it even after I impale you.”

I approached her. My body moved surely and steadily, devoid of any fear. As I closed in on her, her sneering smile curved deeper.

Within seconds, her arm snaked forwards with the needle, aiming for my eye. Gasps sounded from all round.

Ashton was quick to notice her plan. His arm darted faster than hers, snatching the needle from her grasp. Unfortunately, the needle drew blood. It slit a long, bloodied line down his palm.

Witnessing this, heavy sighs of relief weighed down the room. Cameron collapsed into Zachary’s arms, burying her head into his chest. Complicated emotions surged as she said to me, “You should go. Let’s forget any of this ever happened.”

Rebecca sizzled in betrayal. “Mom! What are you talking about? She wanted to kill me! How can you let her get away with it?”

wouldn’t have hurt you if you didn’t harass her

skin; she refused to believe that the woman before

before meeting her daughter’s eyes again. Then, she spoke in a gentler voice, “Rebecca, you’re okay now. Just take a couple of days to rest and recover in the

not easily swayed. She had spent most of her time alongside Ashton who sheltered and spoiled her. All those years in her life had cemented her arrogant and stubborn temperament. There was no way anyone could convince Rebecca to let go of

doubt anyone here can stop me if I insist on

a glass of water that originally sat on the

a shard off the ground. “Your wound receives seven stitches on it, is

“What

wanted a life for a life,” he responded. “Clearly that won’t do because you didn’t die. So however deep

to lift his shirt. Within seconds, he forcefully plunged

so shocked and I rushed to stop him, but it was already too late. The shard sank deeper and deeper

to her lips as she watched him in anguish. “Does she really

fingers, seeping into the cracks of his nails. An overwhelming pain pulsed in my

he held me down while looking at Rebecca. “She’s my wife. I will bear the burden of her mistakes as well as any pain she feels. What I can do is to protect her to the best I can. Whether or

to bear those burdens for me? I

I