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Story: Moonlit Betrayal
He pressed his face into his hands, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Lyra, what have I done to you?””
Then his head snapped up, eyes blazing, and he spat, “Get Anastasia.” Now!”
Anastasia was soon brought before Zane, and his dark expression caused her to tremble.
“What’s wrong, Zane? Why are you looking at me that way?” she asked.
Zane threw the tablet at her feet, his voice icy: “Look what you’ve done!”
Anastasia picked it up with trembling hands, dropped to her knees, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Her face turned ashen after checking the contents.
“I was wrong, Zane! I wasn’t thinking clearly because I love you so much. I was so envious of Lyra. That’s why I faked the pregnancy and attempted to turn you against her!”
Zane clutched her throat, his gaze merciless.
“You’ve ruined my life. You ruined everything between me and Lyra. And now you’re going to pay for it!”He turned to his men.” Bring her to the interrogation chamber. Let the fire teach her!”
With that, he flung her to the floor, and the bodyguards grabbed her, dragging her away as she screamed and struggled wildly against them. “Zane, you can’t do this to me! I love you!”
Anastasia yelled, “Zane, you can’t blame me for Lyra’s death! She already knew you were faking your death. She chose death because she hated you!”
The words struck Zane like a physical blow, destroying the last glimmer of hope he’d held onto.
His hands trembled as he pulled out my old medical records and flipped straight to the last page, where the words “Abortion Consent Form” were written in stark black and white.
Before I decided to end the pregnancy, I called him, my voice shaky, and said, “Zane, I need to talk to you. “Can you-”
But he was with Anastasia that day, distracted in a boutique, and she cut me off before I could finish.
Zane collapsed on the floor, his body suddenly drained of strength.
He couldn’t stop thinking about my despair, my agony, right before I jumped off the cliff; guilt hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him under and drowning him entirely.
Meanwhile, as the bodyguards dragged Anastasia away, she continued to shout defiantly, “You should rot in hell, Zane!” You killed Lyra! Do you think you’ll live happily ever after this? Hell no!”
Every word cut deep into Zane’s heart.
He clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins at his temples pulsed. A rough, guttural sound tore from his throat as he lurched to his feet and sent chairs flying, releasing the guilt and rage that had been eating him alive.
“What kind of monster would do that?” How in the hell could I do that to her?” he shouted.
Seth remained nearby, helpless as Zane unravelled.
Zane’s chest rose and fell violently as his breath sawed in and out. With trembling hands, he pulled out the abortion consent form, and my name was right there in front of him.
Then his phone rang.
“Mr. Thorne, I think I just saw Ms. Black!”
Then his head snapped up, eyes blazing, and he spat, “Get Anastasia.” Now!”
Anastasia was soon brought before Zane, and his dark expression caused her to tremble.
“What’s wrong, Zane? Why are you looking at me that way?” she asked.
Zane threw the tablet at her feet, his voice icy: “Look what you’ve done!”
Anastasia picked it up with trembling hands, dropped to her knees, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Her face turned ashen after checking the contents.
“I was wrong, Zane! I wasn’t thinking clearly because I love you so much. I was so envious of Lyra. That’s why I faked the pregnancy and attempted to turn you against her!”
Zane clutched her throat, his gaze merciless.
“You’ve ruined my life. You ruined everything between me and Lyra. And now you’re going to pay for it!”He turned to his men.” Bring her to the interrogation chamber. Let the fire teach her!”
With that, he flung her to the floor, and the bodyguards grabbed her, dragging her away as she screamed and struggled wildly against them. “Zane, you can’t do this to me! I love you!”
Anastasia yelled, “Zane, you can’t blame me for Lyra’s death! She already knew you were faking your death. She chose death because she hated you!”
The words struck Zane like a physical blow, destroying the last glimmer of hope he’d held onto.
His hands trembled as he pulled out my old medical records and flipped straight to the last page, where the words “Abortion Consent Form” were written in stark black and white.
Before I decided to end the pregnancy, I called him, my voice shaky, and said, “Zane, I need to talk to you. “Can you-”
But he was with Anastasia that day, distracted in a boutique, and she cut me off before I could finish.
Zane collapsed on the floor, his body suddenly drained of strength.
He couldn’t stop thinking about my despair, my agony, right before I jumped off the cliff; guilt hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him under and drowning him entirely.
Meanwhile, as the bodyguards dragged Anastasia away, she continued to shout defiantly, “You should rot in hell, Zane!” You killed Lyra! Do you think you’ll live happily ever after this? Hell no!”
Every word cut deep into Zane’s heart.
He clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins at his temples pulsed. A rough, guttural sound tore from his throat as he lurched to his feet and sent chairs flying, releasing the guilt and rage that had been eating him alive.
“What kind of monster would do that?” How in the hell could I do that to her?” he shouted.
Seth remained nearby, helpless as Zane unravelled.
Zane’s chest rose and fell violently as his breath sawed in and out. With trembling hands, he pulled out the abortion consent form, and my name was right there in front of him.
Then his phone rang.
“Mr. Thorne, I think I just saw Ms. Black!”