My Fiance Who Lied to Me

His tone held a hint of anxiousness, a familiar note that reminded me so much of how he used to sound when he was worried about me.

Outside, snowflakes fell in a silent flurry, drifting down to cling to my hair, their icy chill brushing against the corners of my eyes, freezing me from the inside out.

Madeline buried her face deeper into her scarf, her eyes blinking up at him with an almost childlike look of grievance." I just wanted to see you, nothing more."

She tilted her head slightly, her tone gentling further as she added. "And I also wanted to come and thank Amara. She even contributed to the surgery funds."

It felt as though I had been stabbed clean through. I forced myself to take a deep breath, rising slowly from my knees. As I stood, my knees cracked painfully after kneeling for so long.

One step at a time, I moved closer, my body shaking with suppressed fury. Then, without a second thought, I raised my hand and slapped her with hatred. "You don't need to thank me. I never had any intention of giving you a single cent. If I could, I would take back that money right now and leave you to die all by yourself!"

Tears brimmed in Madeline's eyes, making them appear even larger and softer as they shimmered. Her delicate chestnut hair fell out of place. She held her cheek with a trembling hand, her voice breaking as she sobbed, "Amara, this is my fault. I shouldn't have clung to Rowan… I was just scared to go through the surgery alone. "

Rage surged within me, intensifying as I took in her innocent eyes.

Just as I took a step closer, Rowan's face flushed with anger. Without warning, he seized my arm and shoved me backward, sending me stumbling.

"Are you out of your mind? She's a patient!"

I staggered back, losing my balance. My head struck against the cold stone steps and a sharp pain shot through me as warm blood trickled down.

Through the blur of blood in my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Madeline's face. The corners of her mouth lifted in a faint, victorious smirk, her gaze flashing with smug satisfaction.

Rowan's attention was solely on her as he tenderly touched her cheek." Does it hurt?"

"Don't blame Amara; she is just too heartbroken."

I clutched my dizzy head, my voice trembling as I begged Rowan." Rowan, I feel so dizzy. Please, could you take me to the hospital?"

Before he could respond, Madeline tugged gently on his hand. Rowan's face immediately contorted with disgust as he glanced back at me." Forget about that crazy woman. You showed her kindness and this is how she repays you? She's ungrateful and completely out of control. Let her freeze out here. It might be the wake-up call she needs."

I trembled, clutching my forehead in agony, each breath shaky and raw. At that moment, all my pain, anger and betrayal surged to the surface, exploding from within me.

"What about Grandma, Rowan? Why would you rather save this… this bitch than her?!"

Rowan's expression remained cold, almost heartless." Grandma is too old to be saved, but Madeline is still so young."

The words pierced me like a dagger and an unbearable ache gripped my chest. Tears spilled from my eyes, their warmth quickly turning to ice against my cheeks. "Does your promise to me still mean anything?"

His face only twisted in impatience. Without a single glance back, he wrapped his arms protectively around Madeline and walked away.

Madeline's eyes sparkled with something dark and she let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Rowan, don't you care? Aren't you afraid Amara might actually leave you?"

Rowan threw a dismissive look in my direction." What's there to worry about? She'll still be waiting for me to marry her."

The snow around me seemed to grow colder, the stark whiteness blurring as my vision dimmed. I collapsed into the snow, letting my eyes fall shut.

Rowan Price, there's no future for us. I don't want to marry you anymore.

As darkness claimed me, a single, searing vow burned through my mind.

The scumbag and his bitch… they will pay for Grandma's suffering with their lives.

When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in the emergency room. The high fever had worsened, leading to pulmonary edema. I felt as though I had been dragged through death's door and back again.

My body was littered with bruises and frostbite.

Day after day, I lay in that hospital bed, but Rowan never came. He would not even care about me.

Meanwhile, Madeline's Treatment Diary continued to update regularly. I caught one of her live streams.

Her voice was as sweet as ever: "Guys, my face is fine now, please, don't worry about me."

In the chat, someone had asked if I was Rowan's girlfriend. Madeline blinked innocently at the screen, feigning surprise. "Hm? Rowan doesn't have a girlfriend. Well, this Amara Greystone does like to chase after him, though."