He Said Love Has Faded

I pushed against her, but from Bruce's perspective, it seemed like I was the aggressor.

He tried to separate us.

Suddenly, Selena used her strength to shove me to the ground, and a car sped toward us.

I felt my body lift off the ground, the impact throwing me off balance.

Pain surged through me, especially in my lower abdomen.

I heard Bruce shout. "Selena!"

Struggling, I reached out for him.

But he scooped the unconscious Selena into his arms, not sparing me a glance.

Blood flowed from my abdomen, and I wanted to scream for help, but no one came.

When I woke up again, I grabbed the nurse's arm. "My... baby..."

"Your baby is gone."

My heart sank. Selena had killed my child.

I ignored my pain and rushed to Selena's room, where Bruce was feeding her fruit, his concern evident.

I lunged at her, gripping her throat. "Selena, you deserve to die for what you did to my baby!"

Bruce yanked me back, slapping my face.

"Bruce, you hit me?"

I stared at him in disbelief.

A flicker of guilt crossed his face.

"Cheryl, stop it. Selena is hurt too. Don't make a scene."

"A scene? Bruce, I spoke to the doctor. She only has a minor scrape!

"What about me? My baby is gone!"

Tears streamed down my face, each one like a needle piercing my heart.

"What compensation do you want, Cheryl? I'll give it to you."

I shouted, "I want her dead! Will you give it to me?"

I was nearly hysterical.

"Sorry, Cheryl, I didn't mean to," Selena cried, looking pitiful.

"Stop playing innocent?"

Bruce spoke softly to me, "Cheryl, let's rest for a bit. I'll handle this."

He led me back to the room, where he showered me with attention over the next few days, just like before.

But I knew it was all an act.

Bruce's true intention was to harvest my bone marrow.

Selena had leukemia and couldn't find a match even with her own mother.

But I was a perfect match. Bruce was deliberately neglecting Selena while fawning over me, all for the transplant.

If I hadn't overheard their conversation, I would have remained blissfully unaware.

I laughed at myself for being so naive, deceived by love.

When Bruce realized I knew, he dropped the facade. "Cheryl, you have no choice in this matter."

My mother came to the hospital, pleading on her knees for me to save Selena.

"Mom, she's your daughter! But what about me?"

"She is still your sister," my mother pleaded.

"And my baby? What about my child?" My heart felt like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.

My mother's gaze faltered. "You'll have more children."

I smiled, a hollow laugh, feeling the pressure from everyone.

Bruce kept coming to me, insisting. "Cheryl, if you save Selena, I'll give you a child.

"He will be the sole heir to the Kennan family."

Looking at Bruce's earnest expression, I suddenly felt a pang of envy for Selena.

On the day of the surgery, I grabbed Bruce's arm.

"After this surgery, we're getting a divorce."