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Julie sat in the spectator’s section, her face tense.
The reason for my divorce was irreconcilable differences.
Fabian went into detail about his feelings for me, while Julie listened, her face paling with
each word.
I calmly presented my medical records to the judge and let Fabian sit there, lost in his own
thoughts.
I won the case, but there was no joy on Julie’s face.
My parents and Quinn clapped, celebrating my victory.
They surrounded me as we left the courtroom.
Quinn’s smile was the brightest, his mouth almost stretching to his ears.
Mom and Dad told us to wait while they went to the parking lot to get the car.
The autumn wind swept up fallen leaves, signaling that the season had changed.
Quinn stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Palma, what do you think of me?”
A faint blush spread across his cheeks after he spoke.
I purposely looked down, stepping on the leaves at my feet, creating a soft rustling sound, before muttering, “You’re a good person.”
“What?” Quinn sounded a bit disgruntled.
I looked up and gave him a faint smile.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and without warning, he shoved me aside. I stumbled to the
right.
The screech of tires filled the air, and Quinn was thrown to the ground, rolling a few times before coming to a stop, lying on his back.
Blood immediately poured from his mouth and nose.
I froze, unable to move, as I watched in shock.
“Palma! Quinn!”
My parents‘ cries broke through my daze, and I snapped back to reality, scrambling toward
Quinn.
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His face was covered in blood, his once–pristine suit torn.
“Quinn!”
I gathered all my strength to hold him in my arms, tears pouring out uncontrollably.
I couldn’t stop crying as I clutched him, trembling.
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Quinn’s eyes slowly opened, and with a shaking hand, he weakly touched my cheek. His lips
barely parted.
“I… I’m okay.”
But after those words, his eyes closed again, and he passed out in my arms.
I cried so hard I could barely breathe.
My parents quickly dialed emergency services.
Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around to see Julie stumbling out of the car.
She looked at me, full of hatred. When she saw Quinn in my arms, she screamed madly.
“I hit the wrong person? How could it be? He deserves to die! They all deserve to die!”
Julie screamed, rushing toward me, only to be held back by my parents.
She collapsed on the ground, still shouting at me.
Fabian arrived soon after. He saw the scene but didn’t approach. He just stood there, frozen.
The ambulance arrived, and I got in with Quinn.
Fabian tried to follow but stopped when I shot him a harsh glare.
He stepped back.
Quinn was taken into the ICU, unconscious. I sat in the waiting room, staring at his gaunt
face. A heavy weight pressed on my chest.
Fabian stood silently in the hallway, saying nothing until I finally sat down on a bench.
“Palma, I’m sorry,” he said.
“It was Julie’s fault. She was too impulsive,” he added.
I looked at him, my heart a mix of emotions. How I wished it was Fabian lying in that bed
instead of Quinn.
“Go away,” I said quietly, my voice cold and distant.
Fabian didn’t move. He walked up to me and grabbed my arm.
“Palma, are you really going to divorce me for him? Our five years are not enough to compare with just a few days with him?”
His words made me laugh bitterly.
In the five years we were together, I never once felt his love.
He’d often openly declared in public that Julie was his true love, while I was always hidden in
the shadows.
Now, he dared to mention our relationship. It was laughable.
“Fabian, we’re already divorced. Even without Quinn, I would’ve left you,” I said coldly.
Fabian’s face went blank for a moment. He tightened his grip on my wrist, pulling me down
the stairs like a madman.
“Palma, why? Haven’t I treated you well?” he shouted.
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“If it’s because of Julie, I can get rid of her.”
He gripped my shoulders tightly, his eyes bloodshot, but I didn’t answer. His gaze fixed on me as if suddenly realizing something.
“Children. We’ll have children. Palma, please don’t leave me. Please.”
