Jim had interrupted Bonnie coldly before she could even finish her sentence.
His icy gaze fell on her pale face and vowed in a cold, emotionless voice, “Even if something like this
truly happened…I’ll never let you bring this child to the world, lest you use it to threaten me.”
With that, he flung away her arm so forcefully
Bonnie lost her balance, and her entire body flew toward the nearest pillar.
Just as she was about to collide with the pillar, Bonnie extended her injured hand to grab hold o fit for
balance.
With a loud snap, the weight of her entire body landed on her previously broken finger, fracturing it once
more.
This time, it hurt far more than the first.
Bonnie slowly shifted her weight away from her hand, wrapped both her arms around the pillar, and
slowly slumped to the ground.
An excruciating pain shot through her entire body, and her face was even paler than the wall behind her.
She shot Jim a sharp look as she continued to hug the pillar in comfort.
Jim could not help letting out a sneer when he met her angry gaze.
He had just flung her arm a little. Why was she putting on such a dramatic show, so much so that one
would think she had broken her arm?
As soon as he thought of this, Jim cleared his throat and said curtly, “That’s enough, Bonnie. The only
person I love is Charlotte, and she’s the woman I’m going to marry.
“As for you? You matter less to me than even one of her fingers.”
With that, he turned around and left.
Bonnie sat alone on the ground, still holding the pillar for support, as the sneer on her face grew colder
and colder.
Jim had said that she mattered less to him than one of Charlotte’s fingers.
Ironically, she had fractured her finger a second time because of him.
Was this a sign that their paths were never meant to cross?
Even though Jim had lost his memories…that did not disprove the fact that he had broken her heart
entirely.
Jim was right; the fact that he had forgotten her so easily meant that she did not matter to him at all.
She did not matter to him at all.
As soon as she thought of this, Bonnie closed her eyes and slumped against the pillar weakly.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” All of a sudden, a woman’s voice rang out from nearby.
Bonnie furrowed her brows and glanced in the direction of the voice.
A woman dressed in white, whose face was covered in scratches and bruises, came and stood next to
her.
Bonnie contemplated this for a moment before she finally asked, “Are you Roanne?”
Theo had shown her a photo of Roanne while she was with him in the garden that afternoon, hence why
she remembered what Roanne looked like.
However, the woman standing before her was far thinner than the picture showed, and there were a lot
of bruises on her face that were not present in the photo.
For a split second, Bonnie could not even recognize her. “You know me?” Roanne widened her eyes in
shock, surprised that Bonnie was able to call her by her name.
Bonnie curled her lips into a smile and replied, “Theo showed me a photo of you; he’s been painting a
portrait of you the entire morning.”
The cold look in Roanne’s eyes was replaced by a kind expression at the mention of Theo’s name. “You
know Theo? Is he really drawing me?”
Bonnie nodded in reply. “Yes.” However, she did not mention the fact that his portraits of Roanne looked
uncannily like another woman.
Roanne was overjoyed to hear this, and her taunts toward Bonnie were replaced by concern.” Are you in
a lot of pain? Come with me.”
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