Fiancé's Betrayal: My Fatal Wedding Gift

Hazel POV: Krista sashayed into the room, holding a small bottle of antiseptic solution. Her smile was as fake as the designer bag slung over her shoulder. "The nurses were so busy, I thought I' d help out," she chirped, her voice dripping with faux concern. "Let me change that dressing for you, sis." "Good idea," Harden said, immediately standing up. "You two have some sisterly bonding time. I' ll go grab us some coffee." He squeezed Krista' s shoulder as he passed, a quick, intimate gesture that spoke volumes. Then he was gone, leaving me alone with the wolf. The moment the door clicked shut, Krista' s sweet facade melted away, replaced by a mask of pure, unadulterated contempt. "Pathetic," she sneered, her voice dropping to a low, vicious whisper. She sauntered over to my bed, looking down at me as if I were a piece of trash she' d found on her shoe. "Still trying to play the victim, Hazel? You' re just a leech, clinging to Harden, draining him of his money and his patience. You and that sick, pathetic brother of yours. You' re both genetic defects." The insult to Jakobe hit me harder than any physical blow. A surge of protective fury rose in my chest. "You leave him out of this." "Oh, I' ve touched a nerve, have I?" she mocked, her eyes glittering with malice. "You think you' re some kind of saint, don' t you? Sacrificing yourself for Harden. Let me tell you a secret. He doesn' t want your sacrifice. He pities you. He' s only with you because he' s trapped. You manipulated him with that bone marrow, guilt-tripping him into this ridiculous engagement." She leaned closer, her voice a poisonous hiss. "He still loves me. He' s always loved me. Every moment of happiness you think you' ve had with him these past three years? That was me. I allowed it. I was feeling generous. But now, game over." The world spun. Her words were a torrent of venom, stripping away the last vestiges of my dignity. "No," I choked out, shaking my head. "No, you' re lying." "Am I?" Krista' s smile was a cruel slash across her face. She pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. "You think Harden naming a star after you was romantic? So sweet? Let me show you something." She held the phone in front of my face. It was a video, shaky and dark, clearly filmed in secret. It was from three years ago, just after the accident. Harden was on the phone with Krista, his voice desperate. "She' s a match, Krista. She' s going to do it. But she' s so gullible. She thinks the crash was her fault. I just… I need to keep her close, make her feel like she' s a hero. It' s the only way." Then, another clip. Harden and Frank Schmitt, talking in his office. Frank: Are you sure about this, man? Faking a three-year relationship is insane. Just for Krista? Harden: I' ll do anything for her. I' ll make Hazel believe I' m the most devoted man on earth. I' ll buy her a goddamn planet if I have to. When Krista comes back, I' ll drop Hazel like a hot rock. She' ll just be a memory. The phone clattered to the floor. The last sliver of hope I' d been clinging to-that maybe, just maybe, some part of his love had been real-was extinguished. Crushed into dust. A primal scream of rage and despair tore from my throat. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was annihilated. In a blind fury, I ripped the IV from my arm, grabbed the stand, and swung it with all my might. "You bitch!" I shrieked. "I' ll kill you!" The metal pole flew through the air, aimed straight for Krista' s smug face. But just as it was about to connect, the door burst open. Harden. The IV stand crashed into his forehead with a sickening thud. He staggered back, a dark red gash blooming above his eyebrow. For a moment, there was just stunned silence. Then, Krista let out a piercing scream. "Harden! Oh my god, you' re bleeding!" she wailed, rushing to his side, conveniently ignoring the fact that I had been her target. Harden looked from the blood on his fingers to me, and his eyes, once filled with fake adoration, were now blazing with a terrifying, uncontrolled rage. "You crazy bitch!" he roared. He lunged for me, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me from the bed. I landed hard on the cold linoleum floor, my head smacking against the tiles. Stars exploded behind my eyes. "Harden, stop! She' s a patient!" Krista cried, but her words were fuel to his fire, a performance of concern that only made him angrier. He was a man possessed. He grabbed my hospital gown, his knuckles white, and dragged me across the floor. I was too weak, too stunned to fight back. He forced me to my knees in front of Krista, his hand gripping the back of my neck like a vise. The humiliation was a physical weight, crushing me into the ground. "Apologize," he ground out, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Apologize to Krista. Now." Tears streamed down my face, hot and salty. Tears of pain, of betrayal, of utter, abject despair. Through the blur, I saw Krista hiding behind him, her eyes wide with a mixture of feigned fear and triumphant glee. This was my life. This was the man I loved. This was the hell I had chosen. "I' m… sorry," I choked out, the words tasting like ash and blood in my mouth. His grip tightened for a moment, then he released me, shoving me away like a piece of garbage. He turned his back on me, his entire being focused on comforting the weeping Krista, leaving me kneeling on the cold floor, a broken thing in a pool of my own tears.