Forsaken Until My Last Breath novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Vincent didn’t answer, his silence speaking volumes.

The light had vanished from Rebecca’s eyes, leaving only desolation.

Vincent’s heart pounded like a drum-this version of Rebecca terrified him, as if he’d lost something irreplaceable in an instant.

Rebecca felt her strength drain away. She staggered backward two steps before a chair sent her crashing to the floor.

Vincent lunged forward instinctively, hands outstretched, only to be violently shoved aside.

Gritting her teeth, Rebecca summoned her resolve. She pushed herself upright, took two unsteady steps, then plunged into darkness.

In that final second before unconsciousness, she thought she heard Vincent’s panicked cry.

She awoke in a moving car.

Now she found herself cradled in Vincent’s arms, her hand trapped in his iron grip. She saw the worry in his eyes, but that expression only churned her stomach now.

Coldly withdrawing her hand from his grasp, she stated flatly, “Stop the car. I’m getting out.”

Vincent ignored her, declaring, “We’re going to the hospital for a checkup.”

Rebecca exploded, pounding her fists against his chest. “Get off me! Let me out! Are you deaf? You make me sick!”

Vincent’s face instantly darkened as he grabbed Rebecca’s wrist and snapped, “Stop this nonsense. I’m doing this for your own good.”

“For my own good?” Rebecca let out a bitter laugh. “Framing my brother and leaving him to die is for my own good? Posting Patrick’s video online so my sister-in-law and Patrick get attacked is for my own good? Having Susan break Michael’s leg is also for my own good?”

“Should I thank you, Mr. Walker?”

With that, she slapped him hard across the face.

When she tried to strike again, Vincent seized her hand, his voice icy. “Get examined first. We’ll discuss the rest at home.”

Rebecca closed her eyes, her voice hoarse and detached. “Vincent. Let’s get a divorce.”

Vincent’s heart lurched, his rage suddenly choked in his throat. “Rebecca, you’re upset. I’ll pretend I never heard that today. Don’t ever say those words to me again.”

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At the hospital, Vincent forcibly dragged Rebecca to her examination.

Phone calls kept buzzing on his device. From the corner of her eye, Rebecca saw Susan’s name flashing on the screen, drawing another cold laugh inside.

Vincent halted mid-step, glanced at his phone, and finally answered. “What? I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, a flicker of guilt crossed Vincent’s eyes as he turned to Rebecca with a gentle tone, “Rebecca, go get checked up. I’ve got something to handle.”

With that, the man sprinted away without looking back, leaving only his retreating figure.

Watching him disappear, Rebecca felt all hope vanish.

Since Susan appeared, she’d become the inevitable choice to be discarded. Time and again, it never changed.

Her phone chimed. Rebecca glanced down, then her eyes widened in disbelief as she staggered backward two steps.

-Michael is dead.

Approaching the hospital room, Nicole’s wails pierced through the door.

Rebecca pushed through the crowd, shoving her way inside. The sight struck her like a physical blow.

Michael lay covered by a white sheet. Angela stood beside him, clutching Patrick with tear-streaked devastation while Nicole collapsed on the quilt, sobbing uncontrollably.

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