Leanne's mocking voice rang out above my head.
"A miscarriage report?" she sneered. "Camille, don't tell me you're trying to use something like this to win Emmett back?"
Trembling, I lifted my head, my face deathly pale as I looked at Leanne standing before me.
"Give it back to me."
My voice came out hoarse and broken. Not only did Leanne refuse to return the report, she leaned closer, her tone dripping with contempt.
"I know you saw everything just now. So what if I was gone for seven years?" she said smugly. "You're still the same loser. As long as I want it, everyone will abandon you. You pitiful worm."
"Seven whole years, and you couldn't even get a marriage certificate. In the end, not a single person chose you. If I were you, I'd have killed myself long ago."
Her voice pierced my ears like sharp knives. My pupils shrank as I clutched my ears tightly.
Ever since childhood, Leanne had taken everything I treasured.
I once thought that seven years of companionship could break this curse. But the moment she returned, everything I longed for fell back into her hands.
My chest burned with pain, my vision blurring with tears.
Just then, a shrill car horn suddenly sounded.
I looked up—and saw a vehicle that had lost control, speeding straight toward us!
My eyes widened in terror as I lunged to the side. But at that moment, Leanne grabbed me and held me down with all her strength.
Her expression twisted grotesquely, her eyes filled with malicious delight as she looked at me.
"Sister," she said softly, "let this car accident show you the difference between you and me."
Before I could even process what was happening, someone shoved me hard.
"Leanne! Are you okay?!"
Emmett and my brothers rushed to shield Leanne, their faces full of panic and concern. Not a single one of them spared me a glance.
A sharp crack rang out as searing pain exploded in my ankle.
The next second, the grotesque front of the car slammed straight toward me.
Bang!
With a deafening crash, my world plunged into darkness.
...
When I opened my eyes again, a whimper escaped my throat.
Every inch of my body screamed in protest. The pain burned through me like raging flames.
Memories from before the accident flooded back.
Leanne's twisted, triumphant expression as Emmett and my brothers chose her without hesitation.
The sensation of my heart being torn apart—everything vanished again into darkness with that violent impact.
I struggled to sit up, but a nurse gently pressed me back down, looking at me with sympathy.
"You can't move yet," she said softly. "Where's your family?"
"You were in an accident with that other girl. She only suffered minor injuries, but her family all came immediately. Why hasn't anyone come to take care of you?"
Hearing this, I let out a bitter smile.
My family was right beside Leanne.
Through the crack in the door, I could see the ward across the hall.
It was a VIP suite—costing tens of thousands a night.
The door was wide open. Leanne sat on the bed, rosy-cheeked and radiant, while my husband and brothers crowded around her, feeding her fruit and coaxing her into laughter.
Not one of them had thought to come and check on me—even though my injuries were far more severe than hers.
"Could you please hand me my phone?" I asked quietly.
The nurse passed it to me.
I didn't try to contact Emmett or my brothers.
Instead, I sent a message to a single number.
[You once promised me that no matter when, as long as I needed you, you would appear by my side. Does that promise still count?]
I clenched the phone tightly, waiting for a response.
One minute passed.
Nothing.
I lowered my head in disappointment. Of course. Seven years had gone by—how could that person possibly still remember?
The next second, my phone vibrated.
My hands trembled as I opened the message.
[It will always count. Where are you? I'll come get you right now.]
A rush of warmth surged in my chest, yet tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes.
I replied. [I still have something to take care of here. Can you come pick me up in seven days?]
Before the other party could reply, Emmett's voice suddenly sounded from the doorway of the ward.
"Camille," he asked coldly, "who are you texting?"
