Maybe I'm not meant for happy ending.

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~Bella's POV

The manager didn't say a word. He simply stood up, adjusted his shirt, and turned to leave. Before stepping out, he paused and said in a calm voice, "Just rest, Bella. It's for your own good." And then he was gone.

For my own good? I saw red.

I let out a scream, my rage boiling over. "Come back here! You coward! You liar!" My voice echoed through the room, but he was long gone.

I couldn't control myself. I grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table and flung it across the room. It shattered into tiny pieces, the sound fueling my anger. My breathing was ragged as I yanked off the thin hospital blanket, throwing it to the floor. My fingers itched to destroy something, anything.

"How could he?!" I shouted to no one in particular. "How could he sell me off like that?! What did he get in return? What was worth throwing me away like some object?"