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Story: The Cost of Forgetting Me
The officers screamed: “Sit down! We’ve verified it. Your wife had massive bleeding because of a miscarriage, and we checked your footprints in the past months. You were touring around with your friend while she was fighting for her life?”
Their eyes blazed with contempt. “Mr. Vance, you should start cooperating.”
Landon was not hearing it.
His face twitched, and he jumped up. “I need to see Nora. She is not dying. Miscarriage? We couldn’t have children for five years. “She is faking it.”
He lunged for the door, but the officers tackled him and cuffed him as he thrashed. “Let me see her!” She is alive! She must be.” I shook my head as I saw his bloodshot eyes and twisted expression.
My death was supposed to make him happy because it would allow him to be with Clara, but his reaction was quite different.
His screams echoed throughout the station until he collapsed, banging his head on the floor: “Let me see her. No, I don’t believe she’s dying. Nora, do not be so cruel. I’m sorry; I messed up. Get back to me.”
His reaction shocked me, and I crouched down to see his face, which was soaked in tears.
He sobbed, pleading for just one look. She is madly in love with me. “She cannot die.”
My mother was contacted, security footage was reviewed, and I was confirmed to have collapsed after Landon left. During interrogation, he appeared unhinged and desperate, repeatedly saying, “Please, let me see Nora.” He burst into tears again, but his request was denied.
The police summoned Clara, and I expected Landon to scream and demand that they leave her alone, but he didn’t. His mind was elsewhere, and all he did was mumble, “Let me see Nora.” “One look is sufficient.”
Landon got his wish, but not because Tessa was sympathetic.
She suspected he was to blame for my condition and demanded an explanation.
“Did you push her?”” She cried, pointing to me in the ICU. “Did you do this? “Look at her and tell me.”
Landon, hands cuffed, broke down at my frail form.
In just one day, I had seen too many of his tears; I had no idea he was so sentimental.
He strained towards the glass, desperate to get closer, but the officers stopped him.
“Nora!”he roared at the sight of my fragile figure.” Wake up! Tell me you’re faking. You cannot get away from me like this. I will not divorce you, even if you die.”
His words were frantic and unhinged; it had to be because of the custody; he had always been the one to bring up divorce, but now he clung to me.
Tessa was enraged, believing he was faking affection. “You killed your child and fled with Clara. You are a monster. Nora risked her life to save you years ago. Is this how you will repay her?”
She knew the truth; I had told her how I saved Landon to persuade her that he was worth marrying, and now it was pouring out as I died.
Landon staggered and reeled. “What? No, it was Clara!” He roared, eyes bulging.
Tessa slapped him hard: “You are delusional. Who looked for you all night? Who carried you down the mountain? Do you think Clara could do that?”
Their eyes blazed with contempt. “Mr. Vance, you should start cooperating.”
Landon was not hearing it.
His face twitched, and he jumped up. “I need to see Nora. She is not dying. Miscarriage? We couldn’t have children for five years. “She is faking it.”
He lunged for the door, but the officers tackled him and cuffed him as he thrashed. “Let me see her!” She is alive! She must be.” I shook my head as I saw his bloodshot eyes and twisted expression.
My death was supposed to make him happy because it would allow him to be with Clara, but his reaction was quite different.
His screams echoed throughout the station until he collapsed, banging his head on the floor: “Let me see her. No, I don’t believe she’s dying. Nora, do not be so cruel. I’m sorry; I messed up. Get back to me.”
His reaction shocked me, and I crouched down to see his face, which was soaked in tears.
He sobbed, pleading for just one look. She is madly in love with me. “She cannot die.”
My mother was contacted, security footage was reviewed, and I was confirmed to have collapsed after Landon left. During interrogation, he appeared unhinged and desperate, repeatedly saying, “Please, let me see Nora.” He burst into tears again, but his request was denied.
The police summoned Clara, and I expected Landon to scream and demand that they leave her alone, but he didn’t. His mind was elsewhere, and all he did was mumble, “Let me see Nora.” “One look is sufficient.”
Landon got his wish, but not because Tessa was sympathetic.
She suspected he was to blame for my condition and demanded an explanation.
“Did you push her?”” She cried, pointing to me in the ICU. “Did you do this? “Look at her and tell me.”
Landon, hands cuffed, broke down at my frail form.
In just one day, I had seen too many of his tears; I had no idea he was so sentimental.
He strained towards the glass, desperate to get closer, but the officers stopped him.
“Nora!”he roared at the sight of my fragile figure.” Wake up! Tell me you’re faking. You cannot get away from me like this. I will not divorce you, even if you die.”
His words were frantic and unhinged; it had to be because of the custody; he had always been the one to bring up divorce, but now he clung to me.
Tessa was enraged, believing he was faking affection. “You killed your child and fled with Clara. You are a monster. Nora risked her life to save you years ago. Is this how you will repay her?”
She knew the truth; I had told her how I saved Landon to persuade her that he was worth marrying, and now it was pouring out as I died.
Landon staggered and reeled. “What? No, it was Clara!” He roared, eyes bulging.
Tessa slapped him hard: “You are delusional. Who looked for you all night? Who carried you down the mountain? Do you think Clara could do that?”