All Chapters of I Got His Pain, She Got His Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

Anastasia's POVIt was the day the victorious army returned home. I stood atop the city wall, looking down at the crowds that packed the main street, and waited for that familiar figure. My maid, Edna Fisher, could barely contain her excitement. "Mrs. Grayson, I can see the banners! It's the general!"I quickly focused on the procession. At the very front rode my husband, Timothy Grayson. His expression was as stern and unreadable as ever. Then, my gaze fell lower. He was cradling a woman in a white dress in his arms. I recognized her instantly. It was Sarah Tucker. My fingers clenched instinctively, and I pressed a hand to my chest. The pain was so sharp that I felt a chill seep through my entire body. Below, people were already whispering. "Who's that young woman? Why is she riding with General Grayson?""I heard she's Ms. Tucker. She stayed with the army and treated the soldiers' wounds. The general's taken quite a liking to her."Edna's face turned pale with anger whe

Chapter 2

Anastasia's POVA searing pain tore across my tongue, and the metallic tang of blood flooded my mouth. Still, I didn't make a sound. Instead, Timothy's body went rigid. Every bit of pain from biting my tongue was transferred to him in full. He tightened his grip on my shoulder, the veins standing out across the back of his hand. "Ana!"Suddenly, he realized what was happening and forgot about himself. Panic seized him as he bent down and tried to pry my jaw open. "Let go!"I refused. If anything, I bit down harder. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth and ran down Timothy's fingers. Yet, it felt strangely satisfying.He had no idea that everything I'd suffered in his place over the past three years had been infinitely worse. Timothy turned toward the door and bellowed, "Someone get the doctor! Now!"In an instant, hurried footsteps thundered outside. Edna stumbled through the door. The instant she saw the blood around my mouth, she screamed. Before I knew it,

Chapter 3

Anastasia's POVI'd learned my lesson. From that day on, whenever Timothy came to see me, I greeted him with a gentle smile. I never asked where he had been or when he would return. When Sarah deliberately wore my mother's bracelet just to flaunt it in front of me, I ignored her. I didn't fight with her and didn't give in to jealousy. I simply let her have it. At first, Timothy seemed satisfied, saying this was the only way we could all live together in peace. But within days, he started looking uneasy. That day, he strode into my room, snatched the pen from my hand, and hurled it to the floor."Ana…"When I said nothing, he crouched before me. His eyes were clouded with panic and agitation as he said, "Don't do this. You can cry, scream, throw things, and curse at me if you want. Just don't shut me out like this. This isn't who you are."I lifted my gaze and studied him quietly. What was he afraid of? That I had truly given up on him? Or was he simply afraid of losing some

Chapter 4

Anastasia's POVEdna collapsed to the ground, blood pooling beneath her. I sobbed so hard that my whole body shook, and an icy chill settled over me. The leader reined in his horse and flashed a knowing smile. "Well, well, well, isn't this Timothy's woman?"My heart sank, but the soldiers around him burst into laughter. One of them said, "Your general took off with that sweetheart of his. I saw it with my own eyes. He couldn't get out of here fast enough."His words doused the last spark of hope in me. Years ago, Timothy had been such a frail young man that every time he coughed, I rushed to tuck the blankets snugly around him. Once, a fire broke out at the estate. He stumbled through the smoke, shouting my name until he found me. The moment he did, he grabbed my hand and refused to let go. "Ana, no matter what happens, you'll always be the first person I look for," he had said. And now, during the retreat, every one of his personal guards had been assigned to protect Sa

Chapter 5

Anastasia's POV[Disabling pain-exchanging… Complete.][Extracting host consciousness… Complete.][Initiating transfer…]With that, my body slowly grew lighter. Timothy seemed to sense something, and he looked down abruptly. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on my hands as they slowly turned transparent. "N-no!"He tightened his arms around me desperately, trying to hold me against his chest. But my body slipped through his fingers like sand. The tighter he held on, the faster I disappeared. "Ana! Don't go! Come back!" he roared. Timothy's eyes were red with grief, and the veins stood out across his forehead. He reached for my fading form, but his fingers closed on nothing but air. I saw his lips trembling. The man who had never once lost his composure on the battlefield was now sobbing uncontrollably. "I was wrong, Ana… I'm sorry…"Timothy dropped to his knees and crawled after me. His hands clawed at empty air, trying to hold on to the last trace of me. My conscious

Chapter 6

Third-Person POVTimothy walked toward Sarah, each step landing in Anastasia's blood and carving deeper into his chest. "You told me you were innocent," he began. "That you didn't understand how complicated these things were."He crouched in front of Sarah, grabbed her chin, and forced her to meet his eyes. "You were the one who talked me into sending her to the south gate. "You said she was too gentle to make any difference, that she was the perfect person to boost the troops' morale."Sarah's lips trembled, and tears pooled in her eyes. "I-I was just—""Just what?"Timothy's voice dropped so low that it sent a chill down her spine. He went on, "You wore her mother's pearl bracelet and flaunted it in front of her. You said you liked it, so I let you have it. "You said she frightened you, so I made her apologize. You claimed the barbarians might have violated her, and I forced that tonic down her throat."A bitter laugh escaped him, edged with despair. It was as if he'd f

Chapter 7

Third-Person POV Sarah's eyes flew wide, and the color drained from her face. "General, you can't do this to me! You promised you'd protect me for the rest of my life! You promised!" she screamed. But Timothy didn't so much as glance at her. He turned away, walked back to the pool of blood, and gathered up Anastasia's bloodstained dress, clutching it to his chest.Meanwhile, Sarah's desperate cries faded into the distance as the guards dragged her out of the tent. Silence settled over the tent. Timothy was the only one left. Slowly, he crouched down and buried his face in the bloodstained fabric. It still carried Anastasia's scent, and a faint trace of soap lingered beneath the metallic scent of blood. At some point, rain began to fall outside, pattering against the canvas overhead. Timothy knelt in the pool of blood and clutched Anastasia's bloodstained dress to his chest, utterly motionless.…Anastasia's POVWhen I opened my eyes, harsh fluorescent lights glared ov

Chapter 8

Anastasia's POVSure enough, when I woke up on the morning of the fourth day, the crushing weight on my chest was finally gone. I sat up in bed and stretched, feeling lighter than I had in the past few days. At that moment, a notification popped up on my phone. It was from the grad school exam group chat. The text read, "The exam results are out! Go check your scores!"I opened the results page and entered my applicant ID. The page loaded, and two seconds later, a single line of text appeared. I stared at it for what felt like forever. Erica leaned over from her bed. She took one look at the screen and let out a shriek. "Oh shit! Ana, you got in! You got into your dream school!"She was even more excited than I was. Right then and there, she posted about it on social media. I looked at the acceptance notice on my screen, and a smile slowly spread across my face. There was no bitterness, no regret, and not once did I find myself wishing he were there. There was nothing at

Chapter 9

Third-Person POV:Five years later, war broke out along the border once again. This time, the enemy came in far greater numbers and was far more ruthless.When Timothy mounted his horse in full armor, his lieutenants immediately realized something was wrong. His hands were trembling.They all knew the truth. His body was giving out. Everyone had tried to talk him out of it, but he refused to listen. Timothy went anyway. Standing atop the city walls, he looked down at the dark mass of enemy troops below. Suddenly, his thoughts drifted back to the first day he'd gone to war. Anastasia had stood in the doorway to see him off. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Even then, she refused to cry. She tightened the clasp of Timothy's cloak over and over, her cold fingertips brushing his neck."Come home soon," she said. But now, Timothy had nothing left. So, when the arrows came raining down, he didn't move. The first one punched through his sho

Chapter 10

Third-Person POVTimothy's lips parted as he tried to call Anastasia's name. But something seemed lodged in his throat, and not a sound came out. He glanced down at himself, only to find that he was covered in blood. His armor was riddled with holes where arrows had punched through. Blood seeped from every opening, coating his hands in red.In a place so clean and bright, Timothy looked completely out of place. Even so, he kept walking toward her. With every step, he left another bloody footprint on the floor. Anastasia, too, saw Timothy. Her gaze drifted from the acceptance letter to the man who had suddenly appeared at the far end of the hallway. She frowned slightly, as if she were trying to place him. Then, her expression relaxed. Her eyes held nothing at all."Ana."At last, Timothy found his voice. However, it was hoarse and nothing like the voice of the young man Anastasia had once known. "It's you," he said. Anastasia calmly folded the acceptance letter and

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