Fate's Cruel Edit
Worse still, knowing how badly I was hurt, he had rerouted every capable doctor… to Grace.
But I knew why.
Because Aaron had fallen for Grace—just like the novel's plot had written it. In that world, the male lead revolved entirely around the heroine. To him, her needs always came first.
The pain in my chest was sharp, splintering. My breathing turned erratic. My heart rate spiked.
"This is bad," the young doctor said urgently. "She's crashing—we can't wait. We need to operate now!"
They wheeled me into surgery. The sharp scent of antiseptic hit me first, then the searing sting of disinfectant washing over my wound. I couldn't stop myself from groaning—it hurt so badly. Too badly.
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