Mistakenly Devoted to Fleeting Years, Memories Hard to Let Go

Millie’s lips curled into a sly smile. “You’ve been playing the part for so long, aren’t you exhausted? This time, it’s my turn to steal the show.”

Before Hilary could even process her words, Millie yanked her hand and leaned back with force. In an instant, Hilary was sent tumbling down the stairs, her body hitting each step with a sickening thud. A pool of blood quickly began to spread, staining her white dress in a horrific, vibrant red.

Staring up at Millie, Hilary’s voice trembled with disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? You’re risking your life just to frame me?”

The sound of commotion drew Elliot into the scene. He entered in a frantic rush, not even bothering to change his shoes. His eyes went wide with horror as he saw Millie lying motionless, blood pooling beneath her. It felt as if his very blood had turned cold, his mind racing in confusion.

With trembling hands, he dialed emergency services, panic seeping into his every movement. His breath came in shallow gasps as he knelt beside Millie, not daring to touch her, fearful of making things worse.

“Millie, don’t close your eyes. Stay with me. Please, open your eyes.”

Meanwhile, Hilary, her voice shaky, kept pleading, “Brother, it wasn’t me… It was her… it wasn’t me…”

“Shut up!” Elliot snapped, his voice cold and harsh. He shot Hilary a venomous glare, his face smeared with blood, his eyes bloodshot, veins throbbing on his forehead. He looked every bit the demon he had become at that moment, causing Hilary to shrink back in terror.

She had never seen him like this before. Yes, Elliot had a temper, but he had always been kind, gentle and indulgent toward her. He was always the one who understood, who listened.

But now, for the first time, he was shouting at her for Millie. Fear and uncertainty began to seep into Hilary’s heart. She questioned whether the man she once thought she knew had truly changed.

When the ambulance arrived, Hilary tried to follow, but Elliot stood firm, blocking her way at the door. “Stay here and keep quiet. You’d better pray she’s alright.”

Hilary lowered her head, her heart sinking as tears welled in her eyes, unbidden.

Millie remained unconscious for two long days, her life hanging in the balance, before she finally stirred, her eyelids fluttering open.

The moment Millie’s eyes fluttered open, Elliot’s exhaustion melted away, replaced by pure relief and joy.

Before she could process what was happening, Elliot pulled her into his arms, his body trembling ever so slightly.

“The baby… it’s gone, isn’t it?” Millie’s voice was barely a whisper as her gaze fell to the bed.

Elliot froze, his arms tightening around her as he struggled to breathe. He murmured softly, “We can always have another.”

“You know that’s not possible, Elliot,” Millie choked, her voice thick with pain as she looked away.

Elliot gently lifted her face, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked down her cheeks. “It’s okay. It doesn’t matter if we don’t have a child. I told you, all I want is you.”

“If you want, we can adopt one in the future.”

Before Millie could respond, her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Hilary.

[Millie, so what if you risked your life? You’ll never beat me. Don’t believe me? Try it.]

Attached to the message was a pregnancy report.

A moment later, Elliot’s phone buzzed as well.

Millie’s gaze flicked to the screen.

The pregnancy report was accompanied by a chilling message. [Choose between her or me and the baby. If you don’t want this child, I’ll get rid of it right now.]

Elliot sprang to his feet, his phone clenched tightly in his hand. His voice was strained. “Millie, there’s an emergency at the company. I need to go back for a bit. Once I’m done, I’ll come back to stay with you, alright?”

Millie looked into his eyes, her expression unreadable, before a soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips.

The smile on her face made Elliot pause, something unsettling flickering in his chest. He hesitated, lowering his head to place a soft kiss on her forehead. In a low, reassuring voice, he said, “I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

Then, without another word, he hurried out of the hospital room, his footsteps echoing in the silence behind him.

Once the door clicked shut, Millie wiped her tears away, her face steely and calm. She pulled out her phone, opened a red app and logged into an account she hadn’t visited in years.