Lies Form the Shackles of Love

Ginnie wiped away her tears and turned around in the face of Adam’s unyielding stance.

Whenever Adam made a decision, no one could change his mind.

She returned to the bedroom and quietly started gathering all the gifts, letters, and photos they had given each other. Once she had done so, she burned them all.

Then, she went online and found a hospital located in a rural area before making an appointment to have an abortion the next morning.

Ginnie set her alarm at 5 a.m. and headed out alone while the private doctor was still fast asleep.

Within the cramped operating room, the doctor repeatedly asked Ginnie whether she really wanted the abortion, and she gritted her teeth before nodding.

As the cold apparatus started moving around callously within her, her tears slid down her cheeks.

The operation was soon over. With a feeble voice, Ginnie asked the doctor to put the fetus into a jar and give it to her.

Such was the gift she intended to give to Adam before she left.

With her face still pale, she went back home, but before she could even open the door, a group of reporters surrounded her.

“Miss Sullivan, why are you here at Mr. Grant’s house? He said that you slandered Miss Warma because you’re mentally unwell. Is that true?”

“Both you and Miss Warma studied under Mr. Howard, but while Miss Warma has risen to fame, you’ve faded into obscurity. Is this the real reason behind why you accused Miss Warma of plagiarism?”

“Someone saw you pushing Miss Warma into a lake during Mr. Howard’s birthday party. Could you tell us why you tried to kill Miss Warma?”

The reporters kept pushing and shoving at Ginnie with their hands and microphones, and the flashing shutters were so bright that she could not open her eyes.

Her body was already weak after the abortion, and the flashing lights made her faint. Her lower body hurt, and she felt as if blood was flowing out.

Suddenly, Snow forced her way through the crowd until she arrived in front of Ginnie, and she fell to her knees with a loud thud.

“Ginnie, I know that you’ve always been jealous of me. You didn’t manage to kill me during Mr. Howard’s birthday party, and now, you have slandered and cyberbullied me. Just what do I need to do for you to leave me alone? I’m begging you, just leave me alone already…”

She threw herself at Ginnie’s feet.

During the chaos, Adam brought along his men and rushed into the courtyard. With sticks, they drove the reporters away.

He then picked up Snow, who was bleeding from her forehead after she threw herself down on the ground.

“Snow, why did you do something so stupid like hurting yourself? I’ll bring you to the hospital right now!”

Before he left, he glanced at Ginnie and noticed that she was terrifyingly pale.

But due to the emergency at hand, he could care less about her. Ginnie was gentle and demure, anyway. She would understand him.

So, he just said, “Ginnie, rest in your room. I’ll be back soon!”

He left without hesitation.

Ginnie limply fell to the ground and watched as Adam left with his entire group to bring Snow to the hospital. Her heart trembled in pain.

Her phone sent her a notification telling her that the time had run out for the countdown timer she had set beforehand.

It was the end of seven days. It was time to leave.

A group of men dressed in black suits arrived in front of Ginnie and respectfully helped her up.

“Miss Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan has sent us to bring you abroad.”

Oliver Clark, the butler, put a jacket around Ginnie’s shoulders and said grimly, “As per requested, the preparations for your staged death are also ready.”

Ginnie nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Oliver. Let’s go meet Grandpa.”

Before she left, she left behind two things on the table for Adam.

Holding back her tears, she cast a final glance at the house that contained three years of beautiful memories and left.