One of Ethan’s legs was pinned under the fallen chandelier, trapping him in place. Even then, he reached a hand toward me, his voice frantic."Baby, are you alright?"The crushed leg was no illusion. Neither was the raw fear and concern on his face.My mind tangled like a ball of knotted string I couldn’t unravel. At the same time, it felt blank, like an empty page with nothing written.Pain twisted in my stomach, and before I could stop it, I fainted.When I woke again, it was to Victoria’s sneering face. "Well, well. You’ve got the nerve to wake up? Anyone would think you were the one crushed under that chandelier."I opened my mouth, but my throat was so raw that words caught painfully.While I was still clearing it, Ethan’s voice cut in, sharp with anger, "Victoria, is that how you speak to my wife?"I turned my head. He was in a wheelchair with one leg heavily bandaged as a nurse pushed him into the room.Victoria stomped a heel, huffing, "Ethan, I’m only standing up for
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