Betrayed by Promise Ring

The world spun in slow motion as I stepped off the curb. One second I was checking my phone, hoping for a message from Maddox. The next, I was flying through the air, pain exploding through my body as metal crunched against flesh.

A scream tore from my throat—or maybe it was someone else's. Everything blurred together as I hit the pavement, my head cracking against the concrete. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was a car speeding away, its taillights disappearing into the distance.

"Macie! Oh my God, Macie!"

Sophie's voice seemed to come from miles away. I felt her hands on my face, her fingers pressing against my wrist.

"Someone call an ambulance!" she shouted, her voice breaking.

I tried to speak, but only a moan escaped my lips. Everything hurt. Everything.

"The ambulance is coming," Sophie whispered, her tears falling onto my face. "Just hang on."

I drifted in and out of consciousness as paramedics arrived. Broken ribs, they said. Possible concussion. Internal bleeding.

"She needs surgery," someone said.

Sophie squeezed my hand. "I'm calling Maddox right now."

I wanted to stop her. After thirty-three missed calls, after our anniversary disaster, after everything—I didn't want him here. But I couldn't form the words.

---

"Macie's in surgery," Sophie's voice echoed through the hospital corridor as she paced outside the operating room. "She was hit by a car. You need to come now."

I couldn't hear Maddox's response, but I imagined his usual excuses.

"I'll be there as soon as possible," his voice finally came through, distant and distracted.

Sophie's face hardened. "What could possibly be more important than this?"

"Macie will understand," he said. "I'm dealing with an emergency."

I closed my eyes, letting the medication pull me under. Of course he wasn't coming. Not when Danielle needed him.

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Four hours later, I lay in a hospital bed, my body wrapped in bandages, my head throbbing despite the painkillers. The doctor had just left after confirming three broken ribs and a mild concussion.

"You're lucky," he'd said. "The next few weeks will be painful, but you should make a full recovery."

Lucky. Right.

I watched as a man down the hall embraced his wife, who was crying into his shoulder. An elderly couple held hands through a curtain. Everywhere I looked, people had someone.

Except me.

The door to my room finally opened. Maddox stood there, his hair disheveled, his eyes darting around the room before settling on me.

"Macie," he said, stepping inside. "I came as soon as I could."

I noticed it immediately—the smear of pink lipstick on his collar. Danielle's shade. The same color she'd worn when I'd seen them together at the café last week.

"You look terrible," he added, his voice softening as he approached the bed.

"Thanks," I whispered, my throat dry and raw.

"I'm sorry I'm late." He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed. "Danielle was having a panic attack. She's terrified of hospitals, and she needed me to hold her hand during a routine check-up."

Of course she did.

"She couldn't stop spiraling," he continued, not meeting my eyes. "I couldn't just leave her."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. But all I felt was a dull ache that had nothing to do with my broken ribs.

"It's fine," I lied, closing my eyes.

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"The bills are going to be insane," Sophie said a week later as she helped me organize my medications. "Have you called your parents?"

I shook my head. "I can't ask them for money after everything."

Sophie frowned. "Macie, they're still your parents."

"Not anymore," I whispered. "Not after I chose him over them."

A knock at the door interrupted us. Danielle stood there, her expression a perfect mask of concern.

"I heard about your accident," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "How terrible."

Sophie bristled beside me, but I placed a hand on her arm.

"Thank you for stopping by," I said flatly.

Danielle's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Actually, I came to offer help. You're going to need money for those medical bills, and I know you're... financially limited."

I stiffened at the subtle reminder that I'd cut ties with my family.

"I work at this amazing nightclub downtown," she continued, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "They're looking for servers. The tips are incredible."

"That's... kind of you," I said, surprised by the offer.

"Great!" Danielle clapped her hands together. "I'll tell them you'll start next week."

Maddox appeared behind her, his face brightening. "That's a wonderful idea! You two can spend time together. Maybe this will help you bond."

I looked between them—Danielle's triumphant smile, Maddox's oblivious enthusiasm—and felt a chill run down my spine.

Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong.

But I was too exhausted, too broken, and too desperate to see it clearly.