Goodbye, My Love Book - Chapter: 1959

She hit the ground rolling. Though the car wasn’t moving fast, the impact tore at her skin as she skidded across the asphalt, the pain searing through her.

Ignoring the discomfort, she focused solely on the looming truck now just meters away.

With gritted teeth, she limped away from the wreckage. Behind her, the driver’s roars of anger and disbelief faded into the background.

She didn’t look back.

Reaching a road sign, a loud explosion echoed behind her. The sound was stark in the near-empty street, the heat from the blast brushing against her face.

Disheveled and shaken, Loraine pressed forward without daring to glance back at the fiery scene. Tears streaked her face as she wiped them away, the reality of her narrow escape sinking in.

Someone had targeted her life today, and she knew lingering near the scene would only invite further danger. If they discovered she had survived, they would surely finish the job.

Her previously pristine clothes were now marred with dust and bloodstains from her fall. Loraine felt the raw abrasions on her hands, arms, and back-each a searing reminder of her ordeal. Ignoring the pain, she pulled out her phone and dialed Marco as she walked.

In moments of peril, Loraine instinctively reached out to Marco. He had always assured her that he was just a call away if she needed help.

Yet, as death loomed close today, he was unreachable-his phone just rang unanswered.

The physical pain was bearable compared to the emotional toll. Even Loraine, usually so composed, couldn’t stifle her sobs. She whispered into the phone, “Marco, what’s happening to you? Where are you?”

Overwhelmed by the accumulated strain and sorrow, Loraine leaned against a wall and slowly slid to the ground. Clutching her phone to her knees, she wept.

She knew Marco hadn’t intentionally ignored her. Had he been able, he would never have let their connection lapse for so long.

Yet, she felt very sad.

If she had been accustomed to facing everything alone, she would have clenched her teeth, sought medical care, and then isolated herself to recover at home. But Marco’s constant protection had altered her resilience. His presence had always been a source of comfort and companionship in her times of vulnerability.

Why had he vanished now, when she needed him most?

Lost in her distress, Loraine didn’t notice how much time had passed until a gentle, caring voice broke through her reverie. “What happened to you? Why are you here?”

At that moment, Loraine’s mind was a jumble. When she heard someone speak, she instinctively thought it was Marco. Lifting her head, she cried out, “Marco…”

But instead of Marco, it was Vincent’s concerned face that greeted her tear-streaked eyes.

The sight of him only deepened her disappointment. Remembering their argument from two days prior, her expression turned icy, her usual courtesy evaporating.

She wiped away her tears, intending to stand and leave without a backward glance, but a sharp pain in her Legs reminded her of her current predicament.

Fighting back a surge of emotion, Loraine refused to show her vulnerability in front of Vincent. With a sniff, she stood, ignoring the pain.

Her voice was cold and defiant as she spoke. “Is there any reason you should care about my whereabouts, Mr. Wilson? Remember, we must maintain a distance to avoid further rumors!”

Vincent’s expression stiffened at her words, his eyes filled with sadness and guilt.