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Her final feeble wail resonated across the lonely streets of the night until it disappeared. The final light went out, and she was in complete darkness.
There was a lot of blood around a body that was lying motionless by the side of the road. The dawning dawn was just something that happened every day. It gently crept up and stretched across the surface of the world at a dull pace. But it couldn’t do anything about the gloom that stayed eternally. A few cars drove by, but none of them stopped, not even when they saw blood and death. They cared, but they had other things that were more essential to accomplish.
The world is always busy and doesn’t stop spinning for drama that isn’t needed.
An automobile ceased making noise on the empty road.
A man in his mid-twenties quickly got out of the automobile. He knelt down next to Lena’s bleeding body with a deep frown of astonishment and fear.
He didn’t waste any time checking her pulse and sighed when he saw that she was still alive. But he worried how long she would be like this.
She was hardly breathing and had probably lost a lot of blood. The sea of scarlet that enveloped her hurt body made his mind spin a little.
He quickly took out his phone and called for an ambulance. While reaching down and whispering in her ear in a calm but panicked voice, “Hold on there, I’ve got you,” he told her to hold on.
Kellen got home the next day at about noon, and as soon as he entered the front door, his frightened mother ran up to him. Kellen didn’t want to talk to anyone right now; he simply wanted to be by himself. He was so hurt by the betrayal of the lady he loved the most that he was afraid he would cry if he tried to talk.
But his mother, who was always there for him, Celeste, followed him up the stairs even though he was dragging his feet.
“Please just tell me what’s going on, Kellen,” Celeste begged. “What did your security tell me? Lena left with a suitcase last night, and you were out all night, too. What the hell is going on?”
As soon as Lena’s name was said, hatred boiled through every vein in his body. Kellen turned to look at Celeste. “She’s been cheating on me,” he said, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “That’s what has been going on right under my nose the whole time.”
Celeste couldn’t believe what she heard. Kellen was her only son, and she knew how much he loved Lena from the first time he brought her home to meet her. Celeste was suspicious of the girl since she went to church a lot and knew that she regularly went to a frightening shrine. But eventually, she gave up after seeing how possessive Kellen was of his wife and how much he loved her. Oh, Lena. How could she do this to her own son? Celeste stooped down and breathed deeply. Her shaky hands gripped the banister for support.
Kellen stormed off to his room, leaving his mother in a state of shock. His gaze went straight to what was on a tiny table in the middle of his bedroom. A cake, flowers, and a collage with a lot of images of Lena. Most of the pictures had the bastard stuck to her side, which is what she had been doing all along.
What was Ryan attempting to show by delivering these to his house?
Kellen let out a painful grunt as he tossed everything off the table. Next, he kicked the table away with all his might. He panted as he looked around the bedroom. Every place had a memory of her. There were framed pictures of the two of them together from previous years on the walls. Her cheerful visage in them now made him feel bad.
Kellen was only aware of his knees hitting the floor for a short time.
“Why?” his weak voice muttered as the pain echoed in the empty room. “Why did you do this to me?”
Kellen was sitting on the chilly floor with his eyes closed, not really aware of what was going on around him. He didn’t know how long he had been like this. The sound of his bedroom door banging open brought him back to reality. It was hard for Kellen to find the energy and motivation to get up and find out what was making this noise, but he did it anyhow. And all of a sudden, he had all the energy and determination he needed. His blood boiled when he saw Ryan step in, like a primordial reaction.
“How could you believe some freaking pictures of your wife? How could you do this to Lena?” Ryan shouted.
Kellen came at Ryan with an angry roar and threw a fist at his face. “Don’t you dare open your f*****g mouth here and defend that whore,” he said, but Ryan hit him in the face before he could finish.
Kellen fell back, and before he could get back up, Ryan grabbed his collar and brought his knee up to punch him in the stomach.
Ryan exclaimed, “You have no idea how much you will regret it, you freak!” as he pushed Kellen back, who fell to the ground.
Kellen stood up straight and said, “You would regret it if you stayed another minute in my house.” He picked up his phone and called the stupid guard who had let Ryan in. He was going to terminate him right away.
Ryan shook his head in astonishment, took a deep breath to calm down, and tried one final time to make Kellen’s brain work. “You’re making a big mistake, Kellen. Lena and I are not having an affair.”
“Really?” Kellen remarked with a sour laugh. “Or have you gotten tired of her? Now that she’s living with you after being kicked out of my house, do you suddenly realize that the fun is over?”
“Please, she’s not at my house!”
“Is that so?” Kellen said right away, making fun of him.
Ryan stepped back, his face twisted into a deep frown of anger and anguish. It was clear that Kellen wasn’t going to trust whatever he said. The jerk had lost his mind. “Listen to me, Kellen. One day, you will regret everything you did. You will understand what you did. And nothing you do then will be enough to get back what you threw away.”
Ryan walked out of the home as quickly as he came in, without even looking at the pathetic excuse for a man standing behind him in rigid rage. He made up his mind to find Lena, and he hardened his heart. Ryan sent a silent prayer to the angels as he drove his car onto the street, begging them to keep Lena safe wherever she was at the time.
There was only one person in the hospital lobby: an old man with a lot of wrinkles who was sleeping on one of the lined-up chairs in front of the scary metal doors to the operating room. His head was tilted to one side, which made him look uncomfortable. Damien Cole glanced at the guy without really thinking about it. He could feel the sadness of this location settling in, and it may have been the same emotion that many others had experienced here before him: waiting, praying, and worrying about what would happen next.
The doctor finally came out in his scrubs, with lines on his forehead. Damien walked right up to him.
“Mr. Cole, her condition is very bad. She had a miscarriage, lost a lot of blood, and—” the doctor paused for a while.
Damien took a step forward in worry. For a moment, his eyes flashed to the doors behind which he knew the unknown woman was fighting for her life. “And?” he pushed the doctor to say more.