Chapter 8
I didn’t understand why, but his
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serious expression silenced me. He drove
frantically toward the hospital, his
agitation clear in the speed. He got us
there twice as fast as usual. On the roof,
we found a man holding Wanda hostage.
help!”
Seeing Grant, Wanda cried, “Grant,
Before I knew what was happening, I
was pushed forward. I heard Grant’s voice
behind me,
“See? This is my girlfriend.”
“Let Wanda go. It’s not about her.
Even if you kill her, it won’t help.
“You get my girlfriend, and you get
what you want.”
Then I understood what was going
- on. He brought me here to trade me for
Wanda’s safety! The whole thing couldn’t
be clearer.
This was a medical dispute. This man had been stalking Grant and Wand,
mistaking Wanda for his girlfriend.
It was like a bucket of ice water had
been poured over me.
Grant kept pushing me forward. Wasn’t it ridiculous? My boyfriend spent all the time with another woman, and
then pushed me toward a criminal to save
her.
The man looked at Wanda and me,
hesitating. He had seen me while he was stalking Grant, so he loosened Wanda up a little.
He looked around, preparing to exchange Wanda for me. At this moment, the police swarmed, disarming him and rescuing Wanda. The next second, Grant rushed to Wanda.“Wanda, are you alright?”
Wanda collapsed into his arms,
sobbing.”Grant, I was terrified…”
Only then did Grant remember I was
still there. He asked me,“Are you alright?”
My eyes were empty. Grant didn’t
explain, he rarely did. Seeing my
expression, he felt that something was
out of control.
“Rosie, it was a plan. The police had
the place surrounded and I was just distracting him.”
I knew he was telling the truth, but I didn’t care. Yes, it was a plan, and I was fine, but what if the plan didn’t work? My boyfriend used me as bait.
In that moment, he was like a
stranger to me. Rosie, this is the man you‘ ve been crazy for. Do you regret it? Yes, I do.
It wasn’t too late to fix it.
Afterwards, Grant said Wanda was traumatized and needed him, so he chose
to stay with her. He’d forgotten that he’d
pushed me toward danger. It didn’t
matter anymore. I was done with him.
Once again alone, I removed all traces of Grant from my life. I collected our wedding photos and burned them all.
I cleared out everything else that reminded me of him: the matching toothbrushes and towels, the matching outfits, the matching bracelets. They all ended up in the trash. I would never need these things again.
