Chapter 3
After the doctor confirmed that I would be
confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life, John 's gaze towards me was
complicated yet resolute.
He took me back to the villa.
However, my old room had been taken over by
Sharon.
She stood at the door, arms crossed, and
looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Sorry, Vivian, John said I can stay in whichever room I like.”
I looked at John coldly and asked, “So where do
I stay, Mr. ?”
John
was taken aback by my formal address, his eyes filled with disbelief.
After all, I had never called him Mr. before.
“Vivian, what's with the attitude? Sharon has a bad back, and the
mattress in your room was specially customized, which would be good for her
back.”
The past sweetness came flooding back!
My heart ached.
When I had my accident and lay in bed for
three months, John had the mattress
custom-made for me so I would be comfortable.
Now, the more I remembered the past
kindness, the more it hurt.
I came to a painful realization.
John
did not love me.
Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I
turned to him and asked coldly again.
“I'm not throwing a tantrum. Mr. John, may I ask where I will stay?”
“There's a room that would be perfect for Sister Vivian to recover
in. Let me take her there.”
Sharon snatched the wheelchair from
John and took me to the darkest room on
the first floor.
As soon as the door opened, dust filled the
air.
The room was pitch black, with no light
visible.
“Sorry, Vivian, all the other empty rooms are filled with my stuff,” Sharon said
with a hint of apology in her voice, but her upturned lips betrayed her good
mood.
“You'll have to make do with this room.”
Looking at the dark room, memories of my
childhood fears resurfaced.
I tightly grabbed Sharon's hand, frowning
at her.
“I won't stay here. Are there any other rooms, or maybe I could stay
in a hotel?”
“What do you mean you won't stay here?”
She was startled and quickly shook off my
hand.
But she didn't expect John to follow us in.
I looked up at him hopefully.
However, Sharon quickly hugged John 's
waist, burying her face in his chest and crying pitifully.
“This room is quiet and won't be disturbed. It's perfect for Sister
Vivian to recover, but she doesn't like it and even grabbed my hand, leaving
red marks.”
She raised her hand to show John .
John
tenderly blew on her hand, then turned to me and shouted.
“Vivian, don't throw a tantrum. You will stay in this room, whether
you like it or not!”
My hope vanished once again.
A sharp pain stabbed through my heart.
He knew I had a phobia of dark rooms.
But he still sided with Sharon.
“Fine.”
I gave a self-mocking smile and wheeled
myself into the room.
The clutter, stored for who knows how long,
was covered in dust.
The small bed in the corner was cold and
rigid.
After a while, I heard rustling outside the
door.
I was startled, and the fear from my
childhood spread through me.
Frantically, I turned on my flashlight.
But to my surprise,
Sharon had returned, waving the pregnancy
test I had hidden.
She walked towards me, lowered her head,
grabbed my collar, and spoke maliciously and triumphantly.
“Vivian, I knew you were pregnant. I hinted to John that I wanted the
championship. That's why he tampered with your tires, causing you to crash 99
times and miscarry.”
“So what if you've been together for three years! With a snap of his
fingers, he came over to me.”
“What did you say?”
My head, which had been lowered, shot up
instantly, my eyes filled with rage.
I had naively thought it was an accident.
But I never expected it to be John 's
conspiracy.
I had been so looking forward to this
child.
I longed for someone who shared my blood.
The doctor had told me that due to years of
injuries, my body could only bear one child.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant,
I had been dreaming of her arrival.
Countless times.
Yet, the two of them had shattered my hope.
A surge of strength came from within me,
and I tightly grabbed Sharon's neck.
“You...