Chapter 4.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and a nurse pushed a wheelchair into the room. Clarissa's heart sank the moment she saw her sister, Mia, sitting in the chair, a cold smirk spreading across her face.

Mia waved the nurse off, her eyes never leaving Clarissa's face. "I'll take it from here," she said, her voice filled with malice.

The nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding and exiting the room. Mia began to push her wheelchair closer to Clarissa, and that wide grin remained on her face.

"You look like shit, Clarissa," Mia said, her voice laced with sarcasm, her eyes held contempt. "I'm surprised you're still alive after what you've been through."

Clarissa's eyes dimmed at Mia, anger taking over her. Mia was the real reason behind all of her suffering. "What do you want, Mia?" she spat.

Mia chuckled. "Oh, I just wanted to see how you're doing," she said, her eyes glinting with malice. "After all, you donated your blood to save my life."

"You didn't deserve it," Clarissa hissed, her voice trembling with rage.

Mia's smirk grew wider. "Oh, but I did," she continued. "I'm the one who deserves to live, not you."

Clarissa tried to sit up again, despite the pain. But Mia just laughed, the sound echoed through the hospital room.

"Don't bother trying to get up, Clarissa," Mia snarled. "You're not going anywhere. Not until Easton is done with you."

Clarissa's heart sank at the mention of her husband's name. She knew she was trapped, and Mia was just the beginning of her problems.

"You—-" Clarissa lost her voice.

Mia stood up proudly from her wheelchair, a smirk enveloped her face as she came nearer. Her eyes turned cold, making Clarissa suck in a deep breath. "You are nothing, Clarissa, and will remain nothing. I am here to take back everything you stole from me!"

Clarissa retorted. "I stole nothing from you."

Mia glared coldly at her. "Holy crap, you stole Easton from me three years ago when you schemed and have him trapped in your bed. You got him drunk..."

As Mia began to recount the past mistakes that she got involved in, Clarissa felt the burning sensations around her eyes growing worse.

Mia continued. "You forced yourself on him and took pictures, leaking it to the public which forced Easton to break up with me and get married to your lousy self to save both family's reputation, he had no choice but to claim you as his fiancée. And not me."

Shaking her head, Clarissa's hot tears streamed down her face as she tried to defend herself. "I did not leak the photos, we were both drunk that night it happened. I didn't—" Her words were cut short with a tight slap from Mia.

"You bitch, you stole my man from me. Watch how I take him now! I am back to trample all over you like the trash that you are!" Mia growled before grabbing Clarissa's hair and pushing her off the bed.

Clarissa felt the metallic liquid dripping out of her lips, the blood spread on her mouth, and her scalp hurt like hell.

Mia forcefully shoved Clarissa's head, causing her to stumble back. Clarissa, struggling to stay upright, tried to defend herself. "I didn't do that. I was just—"

Before she could finish, Mia suddenly collapsed, crumpling to the floor with a soft thud.

Clarissa froze, confusion flooding her mind as she looked down at Mia who was crying near her wheelchair. Amid her confusion, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, Easton, followed by his mother and the rest of her family. The Brown family.

Shock swept over Clarissa when she realized what Mia had done, her breath caught in her throat.

"Mia.." Easton was alarmed as he rushed towards Mia who was crying on the floor.

Easton's eyes went from Mia to Clarissa who was standing there with wet eyes. He demanded. "What happened?"

"Please don't blame Clarissa for pushing me, I'm too weak to steady myself and she pushed me out of my wheelchair." Mia cried on Easton's shirt. "Don't get mad at her, moreover, she must be angry because she gave me her blood."

"No-no-no....I didn't.." Clarissa stammered in fear.

Clarissa's and Mia's mother, Mrs Zara Brown immediately launched on Clarissa, throwing slaps her way, not caring that she just had a miscarriage and forcefully drained of her blood.

"You witch, I've always known you wanted to harm Mia. Snatching her man wasn't enough, you want her dead." Her mom yanked Clarissa's hair backward, and Clarissa let out a painful cry.

Clarissa's brother just stood there, watching with cold eyes. Easton carried Mia and placed her back in the wheelchair before turning to face Clarissa.

"Clarissa...." Easton thundered sending shockwaves to Clarissa's spin. Zara let go of Clarissa. Clarissa felt like her body had been minced. The pain made her tremble terribly, she was covered in bruises, looking paler than sheets.

Easton turned to Clarissa, his eyes blazing with fury. "So much audacity for you to push Mia. From now on...You're dead to me," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You're no longer my wife. You need to leave."

The hospital room fell silent, with both families staring at Clarissa in disgust. Clarissa's mother-in-law stepped forward, her face twisted with contempt. "Take, sign the divorce papers." She roughly gave Clarissa the pen. With shaky fingers, Clarissa took the pen, her tears pouring down as she signed the divorce papers, accepting her fate. Her child was gone after all. There was no point staying in this hell hole called a marriage.

Her mother-in-law snatched the papers with a smile once it was all signed. Clarissa struggled to her feet, her body aching from the bruises. She looked around the room, meeting the gaze of her family and Easton's, all of them were glaring back at her. No one seems to care.....As if she was their sworn enemy.

Clarissa's eyes went to Mia, only to see her smirking back at her. Tears blurred her vision even more but she refused to let it break her. Instead, she stood up straight, her eyes locked on Easton's. "I'll leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'll be back."

Easton's jaw clenched tightly and for a splitting moment, his cold facade shook a little.

Clarissa turned and walked out of the hospital room, leaving behind the people who had hurt her the most. The door shut behind her, dragging her weak self as she exited the hospital.

As Clarissa stepped outside, the heavy rain hit her. Cold droplets soaked her to the bone, making her tremble. The rain mixed with her tears, blurring her vision as she stumbled away from the hospital, her heart bleeding with every step. Her clothes clung to her skin, her hair glued on her face, and her lips shook. The night dragged on, and she had nowhere to go—but she kept walking.

Her eyes, once full of life, had dulled. It felt as if the world itself had turned its back on her.

Memories of the choices she'd made, and the pain she'd endured, all flooded into Clarissa’s mind. The emotions she'd kept hidden for so long finally broke, and her tears flowed freely, unstoppable.

Weak and broken, Clarissa collapsed to the ground, her body shaking as her sobs tore through her. Her cry echoed in the cold night, a sound of pain and despair, blending with the thunder and the relentless rain.

Just as she thought she might drown in her anguish, a bright light suddenly flashed through the dark. She looked up, startled, to see a car speeding toward her, its headlights blinding.

Clarissa tried to move, but her legs felt heavy. The car was too close, and the honking sounds continued, sending warnings for her to get out of the way.

It happened so fast, a bone-piercing pain hit her and Clarissa felt herself flying in the air, her body twisting.

Her head spun and the pain spread right through her as her body hit the pavement on the other side of the road.

For a moment, Clarissa knew pain. It was a burning sensation that seemed to consume her entire body. Her vision faded as she struggled to breathe.

A single tear slid off her right cheek and then, everything went blank.

Clarissa's body lay motionless on the ground, her limbs twisted at awkward angles. The rain continued to pour down around her, washing away the blood and the tears.