My Fiance Kissed His First Love After She Pushed Me Down the Stairs Chapter 03

My Fiance Kissed His First Love After She Pushed Me Down the Stairs Chapter 03

I gently pulled my hand away and treated the wound myself under Gautier’s watchful gaze.

He stood there for a long moment, staring at me.

There was guilt in his eyes. Regret. Heartache.

And something else.

Something I could no longer bring myself to decipher.

But I was done.

Done trying.

Done hurting.

Before he could say another word, I turned away.

“It’s just a scratch,” I said quietly. “Get some sleep. We still have to clean up Vivian’s mess tomorrow.”

Gautier knew he was in the wrong.

The problem was, he never knew how to make things right.

After standing there in silence for several seconds, he let out a defeated sigh.

“Okay. Get some rest.”

His voice softened.

“If you don’t want to see me tonight, I’ll stay in the study. But if you need anything, no matter what it is, call me.”

I won’t.

Not anymore.

From this moment on, I would never need him again.

…

Back in my bedroom, I canceled our honeymoon trip.

Then I called my mother, who was living overseas.

After listening to everything that had happened, she released a long sigh.

“I warned you about Gautier years ago,” she said. “I told you he wasn’t the man you thought he was. But you were in love and refused to listen.”

Her tone softened.

“Well, now you’ve learned the hard way.”

A pause.

“Come home, sweetheart. Your father and I miss you. And don’t be too sad. Every wound heals eventually.”

Every wound heals eventually.

Just like my love for Gautier would.

A few moments later, my mother sent me a plane ticket.

As I stared at it on my phone screen, tears finally spilled down my cheeks.

For myself.

And for the ten years I’d wasted loving him.

I didn’t sleep that night.

When I finally got out of bed the next morning, Gautier was already gone.

A brand-new diamond ring sat on the coffee table.

That was always his way.

Every time Vivian caused a scene, he compensated me afterward.

Flowers.

Luxury handbags.

Jewelry.

Diamond rings.

Everything except the one thing I actually needed.

He never sent Vivian away.

If they couldn’t let each other go, then maybe it was time I stopped standing between them.

I packed my belongings and headed to the hospital alone.

Halfway there, disaster struck.

A red sports car suddenly came barreling toward me.

I barely had time to react.

The impact sent me crashing onto the pavement.

Pain exploded through my body.

The world spun violently around me.

Every bone felt shattered.

Every nerve screamed.

Gasping for breath, I forced myself to look up.

The driver’s door opened.

Vivian stepped out.

Without the slightest hint of remorse.

She walked straight toward me and drove her heel into my lower abdomen.

“You bitch!”

Her face twisted with hatred.

“You stole Gautier from me because you’re carrying his baby!”

She pressed harder.

“I’m going to kill that bastard in your stomach today! Once it’s gone, Gautier will come back to me where he belongs!”

A warm stream spread between my legs.

Blood.

So much blood.

The pain was unbearable.

Tears blurred my vision.

I wanted to tell her she was wrong.

I didn’t want Gautier anymore.

In a few hours, I’d be gone forever.

I wanted to beg her to call an ambulance.

My body had already endured more suffering than it could handle.

But the agony stole my voice.

I couldn’t say a word.

Vivian’s expression became even more deranged.

Just as darkness began closing in around me, a familiar figure rushed forward.

Gautier.

He shoved Vivian away.

The two of them immediately started arguing.

But by then, I couldn’t hear anything.

The sounds around me faded into nothing.

My world dissolved into a hazy void.

Love.

Gautier.

My baby.

Even the cherry blossoms scattered across the ground.

Everything disappeared.

Vanishing without a trace.