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Love, Over and Out

Daphne Thorn, a woman from the slums, is entangled in a secret, passionate affair with William Blackburn, the wealthiest heir in Wylland. Despite their physical intensity, William remains cold and controlling. After discovering a frantic text from his childhood friend, Elaine, Daphne watches him abandon her to comfort his first love. To test his heart, she fakes an emergency, but his failure to return forces her to finally choose self-respect over a one-sided obsession.
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Chapter 6

The man grabbed me by my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh. It hurt so much that I hissed in pain.

Just as I was about to scream for help, I found myself making eye contact with William. He was standing with Elaine at that time, and he was looking at me with mixed feelings written all over his face.

I was about to ask him for help when I noticed Elaine's eyes glinting slyly. Suddenly, she slapped a hand to her forehead and feigned discomfort.

"William, I feel very weak… and my head hurts a lot… I want to rest…"

William quickly steadied Elaine on her feet, worry already etched on his face.

"I'll take you to the hospital right now."

But Elaine shook her head. "I'm fine. You should go save Daphne."

Despite her response, she still collapsed in William's direction abruptly, looking as though she was about to pass out.

William instantly picked Elaine up and whisked her into a nearby lounge. Just like that, he chose to ignore my plight.

I remained rooted to the spot because of what happened. Only when pain flared from my cheek, where the man had slapped me earlier, did I snap out of my trance.

"Hey, bitch! You're still pretending to act all pure and innocent, huh? Weren't you trying to seduce me by lying on the floor just now?"

As he spoke, he tried to rip my dress off me.

Enraged, I grabbed a flower pot and bashed it at the man. He managed to evade it, so the pot crashed into countless shards on the floor. I quickly picked up a shard and aimed it at the man.

"If you touch me again, I'll fucking kill you!"

Needless to say, the man was stunned upon noticing how much anger and hatred I was harboring.

I turned to leave, though I kept clutching the shard tightly, allowing it to pierce through my skin. Even if pain kept flaring from my fresh wound, it was nothing compared to the pain attacking my heart.

Both my body and my heart were in so much pain that I had no idea what to do. I could only stand on the pavement, not knowing where to go for the time being.

A short while later, a familiar luxury car slowed down to a halt before me. Elaine got out of the car, a radiant smile on her face.

"Let me drive you home, sister dearest."

When she noticed me staring at the car, her smile became even more meaningful.

"Oh, right. William had given me this car as my birthday present. He even gave me a silver necklace."

As Elaine spoke, she even took out the necklace just to show it to me.

I glanced at it. Although the pain still remained, I was starting to feel numb toward it. I had seen the exact same necklace around William's neck before. He had claimed that it was an heirloom left behind by his mother, and that he'd give it to his future wife.

That meant he had already chosen Elaine as his wife.

I took a deep breath before saying coldly, "I don't like you at all. Don't ever address me as your sister ever again. I don't want to be related to you at all."

I was about to leave when Elaine grabbed me by the arm. She said in an aggrieved manner, "You're still my older sister no matter how much you hate me."

Irked, I was about to push her away when I noticed a dark shadow plunging down at us. At the same time, a chorus of screams rang out from the nearby passersby.

Both of us looked up simultaneously, only to see a sign falling onto us. At that critical juncture, I spotted William rushing over and pulling Elaine out of the way.

As for me, I ended up getting crushed by the sign.

While I lay in the puddle of my own blood, I saw the way William held Elaine protectively in his arms. That was when despair finally engulfed me.

When Elaine and I were in danger, William didn't choose me, just like before.

For the first time ever, I felt regret. I regretted falling in love with him in the first place. He didn't deserve my love as well.

The moment I woke up in the hospital, I heard someone crying softly.

"I'm sorry… Had I realized that we were in danger, Daphne wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place…"

Elaine paused momentarily. This time, she chose to blame William.

"You should've saved Daphne!"

Then, I saw William wiping Elaine's tears away.

"It was a dangerous situation. I could only save one person back then. Daphne wouldn't get mad at me for saving you first."

I jolted at his words. Once again, William left a fresh gash onto my broken and battered heart.

I… wouldn't get mad, huh?

Right… What right did I have to get mad at him in the first place?

William just sighed as he took Elaine's hand and continued comforting her. "Stop crying already. Watching you cry pains me as well."

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