Chapter 37

Chapter 37

BLAIRE

I went straight to the restroom. I feel like I'm about to have an anxiety

attack. I tried to act strong in front of Sebastian, but the truth is, I'm

shattered inside. I had been trying to convince myself for quite some

time now that what happened was inevitable. But I wasn't prepared for

the pain that comes along with it. I'm so stu pid for letting myself

believe that there's a chance for us.

My tears continued to flow along my cheeks as I looked at myself in the

mirror, looking so pathetic and desperate. I can't recognize the woman

that I'm looking at right now. I used to be brave and courageous. But

I'm not aware that love can make you endure every pain possible. How

long will I let myself suffer like this?

I let out a loud sigh as I fixed myself. Just when I was washing my

hands, someone unexpectedly came inside the restroom. She's the last

person I want to see right now. It gave her a brief glare before turning

off the faucet. I grabbed a tissue to dry my hands. before I headed

towards the door. But before I could even take a few more steps, she

blocked me.

“You have to let him go, Blaire. He's not yours to begin with. Give him

back to me, Catherine said without blinking

“He’s not a thing that I can just give back to you, Catherine. He's my

husband. Our marriage is legally binding. I can’t do that just because

you asked me to!” I'm fuming mad. She had the audacity to ask me

that, as if our marriage didn't mean anything.

“Leaving him was the biggest mistake I ever made. I thought I was

doing him a favor by sparing him from my misery, but I was wrong. G

od gave me another chance at life so I could set things right,” she

confessed.

“But you're sick again, aren't you? Maybe it's Go d's way of telling you

that leaving was the right choice, and you're destined to die anyway.”

My words struck a nerve, and the next thing I knew, her hand landed

sharply on my cheek. “If you're wishing for my death, it's not going to

happen. I will overcome this, just like I did before. And I'm going

through this with Sebastian by my side.”

“Good luck with that. “Cause I have no plans of giving up without putting

up a good fight. You'll be his mistress as long as I am here,” I told her.

“You want a fight?” she said as she squinted her eyes at me. “I'll give

you one,” she said.

I frowned, my eyes narrowing as I observed her every move with

growing concern. Without warning, she seized the piece of the

restroom counter that rested in front of the mirror. My eyes widened in

shock as she hurled it at the mirror, shattering it into

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“Are you out of your mind? What the hell is wrong with you?"l shouted

in panic, bewildered by the sudden chaos. Confusion gripped me as I

tried to make sense of her actions; it seemed like she had completely

lost her grip on reality.

She smirked, a disturbing glint in her eyes, as she picked up one of the

broken pieces of glass. “I'm not done yet,” she declared before slashing

her arm with the jagged edge.

“Catherine, stop it!" I yelled,

to intervene before she could inflict further harm on herself. I grasped

her hand, the one holding the sharp glass, desperately attempting to

prevent her from causing more injury.

“So predictable, Blaire,” she whispered, placing the broken glass in my

hand before launching into a piercing scream. “Help! Someone help

me, please!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the chaos she

had created.

The commotion escalated as Catherine's cries for help echoed through

the restroom. Panicked footsteps approached, and soon enough,

concerned onlookers rushed into the

scene.

“What's happening here?” a concerned woman asked, surveying the

shattered mirror and the distressing sight before her..

Catherine, with a twisted smile, pointed accusingly at me. “She

attacked me! Look at what she did!" she exclaimed, feigning distress.

My jaw dropped in disbelief, trying to comprehend the situation. The

broken glass still clutched in my hand felt like da mn ing evidence

against me. I struggled to find words as Catherine continued her act.

“She just went crazy and attacked me for no reason. You need to call

security!” she urged the gathering crowd.

I was left dumbfounded, torn between defending myself and the shock

of Catherine's orchestrated drama. The restroom became a chaotic

stage, with concerned onlookers caught in the middle of an escalating

conflict.

Sebastian's arrival heightened the tension in the restroom. His eyes

darted between. Catherine and me, confusion and concern etched on

his face. The shattered mirror and the tumultuous atmosphere added to

the drama that unfolded.

“Catherine, what happened?” Sebastian questioned, his voice strained

with worry.

Catherine, maintaining her facade, pointed at me accusingly.

“Sebastian, she attacked me out of nowhere! I was just trying to explain

to her our situation and how you were only trying to help me, but she

became frantic. I don't know what got into her.”

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I tried to interject, desperate to defend myself, but the words seemed to

catch in my throat. The broken glass in my hand was now a dam ning

piece of evidence, and Catherine's manipulative act had successfully

cast me as the aggressor in the eyes of the onlookers.

Sebastian's gaze shifted from Catherine to me, searching for an

explanation. The restroom became a stage for a twisted play, with each

of us playing our roles in a narrative that threatened to unravel the

truths that lay beneath the surface.

“I know you're mad, Blaire, but this is too much!” he yelled at me. “What

were you thinking?”

I clenched my fist tightly. It completely slipped my mind that I was

holding a sharp glass in my hand. I winced in pain when the glass

started to pierce right into my palm.

“I didn’t do anything,” I replied in gritted teeth.

“Are you telling me that she did that to herself?” He said it as if what I'm

implying is absurd.

“That's exactly what I'm telling you,” I responded coldly. I wasn't exactly

trying to convince him because, judging by his reaction, he's already

taking Catherine's side. “Stop lying, Blaire. I'm not mad at you for doing

this to me. You don't have to lie,” Catherine interjected.

Sebastian's disbelief hung in the air, his gaze shifting between us as if

torn between conflicting truths. My attempt to convey that Catherine

had orchestrated the entire scene seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“Sebastian, I would never do this to myself. She's trying to manipulate

you,” she insisted. Catherine, feigning vulnerability, chimed in.

“Sebastian, I know we've had our differences, but I never expected her

to become violent. You should have seen the hatred in her eyes.”

Sebastian's expression hardened-a mix of disappointment and anger.

The weight of the situation pressed down on me, and the truth was

obscured by Catherine's cun ning performance.

“Quit lying!” I shouted as I walked towards her to force the truth out of

her.

“No, please! Don't hurt me!” She screamed as if I were attacking her.

“Blaire, that's enough!” Sebastian grabbed my hand and pulled me

away from Catherine. He pulled me so hard that I got out of balance,

causing me to fall to the floor. “Stay away from Catherine for the time

being, Blaire,” he said as he slowly helped. Catherine out of the

restroom.

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ed in pain when I felt some of the shattered glass piercing through my

arm when I fell to the ground.

As they left the restroom, I was left alone, nursing both my wounded

pride and the cuts. on my arm. The broken pieces of the mirror mirrored

the shattered state of our relationships. In the quiet aftermath, I couldn't

shake the realization that the trust I once held had been replaced by a

web of lies and manipulation.

As soon as Sebastian and Catherine left, Alexander came rushing into

the restroom. He was shocked to see me lying on the ground with cuts

all over my arms. “Holy fck! What the hell happened here?” he asked

worriedly as he tried to help me get up.

Alexander’s concerned voice cut through the haze of pain and

confusion, offering a lifeline in the midst of my shattered reality. With his

assistance, I managed to rise from the cold floor, the stinging cuts on

my arms a painful reminder of the chaos that unfolded.

“I... Catherine,” I stammered, struggling to articulate the whirlwind of

emotions. “She did this, and Sebastian... he just believed her.”

Alexander's expression hardened as he processed the information.

“That's messed up. We need to do something about your wound.

Come, I'll guide you to the hospital.”

As Alexander guided me through the bustling gala, my mind raced with

the turmoil of emotions and the searing pain from the cuts on my arms.

The hospital became a beacon of hope, a place where the physical

wounds mirrored the deeper scars left by betrayal.

As we stepped outside into the cool night air, Alexander flagged down a

cab to take us to the hospital. The city lights blurred as we sped

through the streets, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a

strangely soothing backdrop to the chaos within.

In the quiet of the cab, Alexander's concern cut through the noise of my

fractured thoughts. “How are you doing? Does it hurt badly?" he asked

worriedly.

I was about to respond when a sudden blur clouded my vision, and the

world around me began to spin unexpectedly. The next thing I knew,

everything went black.

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