Unwritten Spring Unending Sorrow

Chloe Brooks wrinkled her nose at the smell of my burned foot—it was just too much for her.Thomas Wells had his servants toss me right out of the doors.I slumped against the wall, shivering from the pain.In the background, the TV in the living room droned on about a nasty typhoon hitting us tonight.There I was, in just a light jacket, in the dead of winter.I banged on the window, crying out, "Thomas, please! Let me in! The typhoon's coming, and I'll die out here!"When I was 15, my parents locked me up and planned to end me in a fire. Thomas was the hero who barged in and saved me from that fiery fate.He was my savior once, but then, he seemed keen on seeing me gone.I pounded harder, the window shaking with each hit.Finally, Thomas came over, looking annoyed in his pajamas. "You're making a racket. What's wrong with you?"Get moving. You woke us, so make yourself useful. Chloe's craving a cake from Victoria Square. Off you go.""But there's a typhoon, and I'm hurt. C

Chloe stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the layers of stage makeup to reveal her everyday look. She turned to Thomas with a bright smile. "How do I look?""You're always beautiful," he said warmly. "Makeup just makes you look like someone else."Her smile froze for a split second before she regained her composure, slipping back into her usual soft-spoken grace.I felt a pang in my chest listening to them, a sharp ache that would not ease. I glanced down at the shoes before me. As I slipped my foot in, a sudden, stabbing pain shot through me—there was a needle in the shoe!Blood welled up, and Chloe, ever the silent shadow, slipped a silver-gray mask over my face, her breath chill against my ear. "This is my gift to you, Rebecca."Pushed onto the stage, I danced through the pain, each step a battle to keep standing.The moment I stepped off the stage, my legs gave out and I crumpled to the floor.Thomas walked up to me, his eyes icy and emotionless.I was panting, desper

When Thomas walked in, cradling Chloe in his arms, the room felt strangely empty without Rebecca or Tracy in sight.He was puzzled for a moment.A servant stepped up and explained that Tracy had driven Rebecca to the airport.Without wasting a second, Thomas whipped out his phone and called Tracy.Tracy had seen this day coming from miles away."Rebecca is gone, and I'm not spilling any details about her whereabouts to you."You know, if Samuel hadn't tragically died in that crash, you wouldn't have stood a chance at getting Rebecca's love. You never loved her, and I just couldn't stand to watch her heartbreak in front of you any longer."Thomas inhaled sharply, trying to keep his cool."Oh, cut the act, Tracy!"After Samuel's death, you paraded Rebecca in front of me, all to grab the Wells family fortune. Did you really think I'd fall head over heels for a woman you shoved in my direction? You orchestrated her collision with me, which led to my accident! And then you had the

Thomas looked down, his face the picture of regret.I stepped closer to him."That first time, when I was pregnant, you brought that actress home and shoved me down the stairs. I lost our first baby because of that."The second time, you made me go to your office, and there, right in front of everyone, your secretary accused me of stealing. You forced me to apologize to her over drinks, and that's when I lost our second baby."And the third time, you lied about being too busy to go with me to the doctor's, but you were actually out shopping with some other woman. I got hit by a car on my way there and lost our third baby."You never cared about what I wanted. After getting me pregnant, you just ignored me. The women you paraded in front of me, the cold things you did—they hurt me, Thomas. By the third year, I couldn't even work anymore. I just sat at home, waiting for you, thinking that being by your side was enough. But I'm a person too, Thomas. I can't keep taking this pain... I

Thomas saw how I had stood up for Frank. Blinded by jealousy, he lost it. He yanked me into his car with brute force.I was pinned down on the passenger seat, helpless.His grip was iron on my arms as he showered me with rough, domineering kisses.I fought back with everything I had, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, but he would not stop.As he started to tear at my clothes, I hit my breaking point and shoved him off.I grabbed a pin from my shirt and straightened it with trembling hands, pressing its sharp end to my throat."Thomas! Come any closer and I swear I'll do it right here in front of you!"Thomas froze, staring at me in shock, his eyes filled with unmistakable pain.I slapped him hard, leaving his cheek flushed red.Thomas stammered out an apology, "I'm sorry... Rebecca, I just... I really wanted us to start a family. Can't we just go back and make things right?""Get out of my sight!" I screamed at him and flung the car door open, ready to escape.I