"It's okay. I got this." She gulped down the lump of desolation in her throat, her eyes red with unshed tears.
"Danielle, you're really hurt. Your knee is bleeding so much."
Danielle let out a wry laugh, the pity and doubt in the bystanders' glances making her skin crawl with humiliation. "I'm not about to bleed out or anything."
Desolation was all she could feel.
What was hurt? It was being pampered by Seth for three years, flaunted so everyone knew she was his precious gem, endowed with boundless pride and arrogance, only to have it all shattered in public.
Three years. She stood by him for three grueling years, through his toughest times, thinking something would change. But in the end, she still lost to Cicely.d2
Even with Cicely’s past, her time behind bars, Danielle couldn't win.
What was so special about Cicely anyway? Was it her privileged upbringing, her brattiness, her temperamental nature, or just her pretty face and figure?
If it was the latter, was she not enough now?
Pushing back the tears threatening to fall, Danielle shrugged off her assistant's offer to treat her wounds. "No need, it's not like I'm gonna die."
"Danielle."
"I said no!"
Danielle suddenly roared, cutting off the assistant's further attempts to help.
The others glanced her way, their looks tinged with a mix of emotions.
*
Cicely was carried straight into the hospital by Seth, with Charlie bustling around to complete the paperwork.
Scrapes covered her left arm, half her torso, and legs to varying degrees.
As she stripped down to clean her wounds, Seth stood by, a silent sentinel.
Cicely had calmed down during the ride, but the thin summer clothes did little to shield her from the pain of her abrasions. She bit her lip, sitting as the nurse treated her, her face pale.
Whenever the nurse touched a sore spot, Cicely's eyes would flicker shut, her body tensing up, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and nose, but she never made a sound.
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