Chapter 7
A carefully laid trap for trylan
He had wanted me crippled, wanted me to low in pocery, trapped in kot mob of bas
So, as a farewell gift-
As payback-
I gave him a parting gift of my ow
My best friend met me at the airport, her face streaked with tears at the sew win a walkday
“How could this happen? That submedian–didirt he promise to take care of your
“Was it him? Why did the surgery have to be done abroad? It was him, wart ? Jo, wow, you will cast ses his true oder Toneell covering for him?”
I smiled and wiped her tears away.
“I’m fine, aren’t I?”
“I chose to stay by his side before. Now, I’ll take this as a lesson. I don’t want to be entangled with kiss anyone leg the this we
“How’s the surgery arrangement? I ward to recover before I go home–1 don’t want my family to worry
She nodded hastily,
“Everything is set. I found an expert here. He reviewed your case and said the success rate is high. But we cart delay–we need to go right now
The surgery lasted five hours.
-The doctor said I was lucky–if I had waited two more days, I would never have walked again.
Now, all I needed was time and rehabilitation. Returning to a normal life wouldn’t be difficult.
I stopped paying attention to the news back home.
But the Owen family’s name was too prominent.
My phone kept pushing updates.
At the Owen family’s wedding, the groom abandoned the ceremony halfway through.
Tatum became the laughingstock of the city.
Dylan’s parents stepped in, insisting Tatum was their daughter–in–law.
But before their statement could gain traction, Dylan personally refuted it.
He created a verified account online and posted our wedding photos.
He declared to the world–his wife, in this lifetime, would only ever be Junie.
Hope was brought back to the Owen family.
Dylan threatened with his own life–Tatum was never to set foot in their home again.
If she did, he would destroy everything the Owen family owned.
His parents resisted, but he was their only son.
They had no choice but to comply.
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Love Betrayed: A Journey of Separate
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Tatum’s dream of marrying into wealth shattered.
The two families turned against each other, battling over custody of Hope,
But despite being the child’s father, Dylan never once spoke in her defense.
Reading through the scathing comments online, I found myself unable to understand him anymore.
This was the path he had chosen.
Now that I had stepped aside, whom was this belated devotion meant to impress?
I stopped checking the news.
1 focused solely on my recovery.
With my best friend visiting daily, life wasn’t so dull.
But Dylan’s life was the complete opposite.
A week passed with no sign of me.
He drowned himself in alcohol, rarely sober.
When he was rushed to the ER for a perforated stomach, his childhood friend finally confronted him.
“Did I make a mistake? “Dylan asked, voice hoarse.
“Junie isn’t dead, is she?”
“I’ve searched every inch of the rescue zone–there’s no body. That boarding information must have been fake, right?”
“The Lawrance family is powerful. This… this is her punishment for me…”
The doctor sighed heavily.
“Let me tell you the truth.”
“When Juniewas unconscious,
may not have opened her eyes, but she was still aware. She knew everything you did.”
“During the surgery, I
saw
the tears streaming from her closed eyes.”
“Dylan, she was heartbroken. She’s neve
never coming back.”
“I warned you from the start–Junie was the one for you. Tatum was just a fleeting shadow from your college days. When she left, that should have been the end of it.”
“You were stuck in nostalgia, but Juniewas your
salvation.”
“I thought you two, childhood sweethearts, wouldn’t be swayed by Tatum. But in the end, you made the wrong choice.”
“Tatum was never a good person. Everything she suggested to you–her every plan–was designed to ruin Junie completely. But you were too blind to see it.”
“And you really believe that night three years ago overseas was an accident?”
“You know the truth. The moment you planted that seed, your love with Junie was already doomed.”
Dylan finally understood.
What he had lost.
What he had destroyed.
But it was too late.
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Ignoring his post–surgery condition, he took a cab straight to the police station.
Through their investigation, he obtained my new identity.
The next day, he arrived in my city.
And then, he appeared outside my hospital room.
From behind the wall, he watched me struggle through rehabilitation, gripping my crutches with effort.
Tears fell uncontrollably from his exhausted, bloodshot eyes.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t make a sound.
He just stood there, staring at me in silence for a long time.
His mouth moved, but no words came out.
In truth, nothing needed to be said.
I didn’t want to hear it anyway.
Then he left, never to appear in my life again.
Day’s passed, and I slowly regained my rhythm from the painful recovery.
Stepping back from the spotlight, I quietly faded from the entertainment industry.
I began to wonder what I could do beyond acting.
Then, Nana, a friend of my mother, was selling her bakery.
I had a feeling this was what I was meant to do.
So, I took over the shop.
Life became busy yet calm.
And my heart began to heal.
