Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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Emma didn’t stop. She’d been silenced for far too long, bullied for too many years, but not today. “You want to talk about being chosen? Let me remind you of something, Annie. He may have divorced me, but he didn’t make the mistake of placing a ring on your finger. Because you don’t deserve it. You’re not me; you can never be me.”

That was the final straw. Whatever mask of control Annie had, slipped completely off. Her hands shook as she fisted them at her sides. The humiliation, the anger, the bitter taste of defeat surged inside her, blinding her to everything but her need for retaliation.

She lurched forward, grabbing Emma’s wrist with surprising strength. Her nails dug into Emma’s skin as her voice trembled with an in unrestrained fury. “Say that again!”

Anger flashed in Emma’s eyes, she jerked her hand angrily to get her wrist from Annie’s grip and the force sent Annie stumbling. “Get your filthy hands off me!” she snapped years of suppressed anger and pain in her voice

The unexpected push sent Annie crashing to the floor. Gasps erupted all over the hall as the guests turned to witness the

commotion.

Annie clutched at her stomach, eyes wide with pain and shock, as a high–pitched scream tore from her mouth. “Ahh! My stomach! Oh my God!”

chest heaving, heart pounding, as a crowd began to form around them, and

voice full of anguish and accusation. Tears streamed down her face as she

words would not come. The weight of all the staring eyes, murmurs, and Annie’s scream pressed down on her

them, his face dark with confusion and concern as he pushed through the crowd toward the two women. His eyes

he said, his voice low.

she could say a word, Annie cried again this time louder, “Alexander! She… she

hold its breath as Alexander’s gaze locked onto Emma’s. The weight of the

not push her. It’s some great big misunderstanding,” Emma said, shaking but firm in her denial. Her glanced darted between the crowd and Alexander’s piecing glare. Despite the haired that burned in her for

and condemnation, guests pointed their fingers in accusing whispers, others in shock, their mouths

anyone could so much as touch her, Annie struggled on to her feet, hands supporting her stomach protectively

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voice trembling but sharp enough to hold the crowd off. She stumbled a little, hugging her

card on her side more now. She needed the world

face twisted in a look of pure venom, streaked with tears. Alexander pushed through the

arm away his grasp. She was angry, her face red with the injustice of it all. His betrayal. “Your car key,” she insisted, her tone sharp enough to

he wanted to keep her safe. But under her piercing glare, he relented and handed her the key. “Annie, you cannot drive on your own,” he muttered softly, yet urgently. “Let’s wait for