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!”

began to form around them, and she just

accusation. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at the

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

face dark with confusion and concern as he pushed through the crowd toward the two women. His eyes flickered between Annie on the floor and Emma standing above her, her hands shaking, her face white.

his voice

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

as Alexander’s gaze locked onto Emma’s. The weight of the moment was unbearable, and Emma could feel

Emma said, shaking but firm in her denial. Her glanced darted between the crowd and Alexander’s piecing glare. Despite the haired that

doubt and condemnation, guests pointed their fingers in accusing whispers, others in shock, their mouths ajar. She could feel the weight of all those gazes pressing upon

on to her feet, hands supporting her stomach protectively

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but sharp enough to hold the crowd off. She stumbled

near her. She couldn’t afford getting caught now. She needed the victim card on her side more now. She needed the world to

her face twisted in a look of pure venom, streaked with tears. Alexander pushed through the throng of people his face dark and unreadable as he

hall as she yanked her arm away his grasp. She was angry, her face red with the injustice of it all. His betrayal. “Your

the key. “Annie, you cannot drive on your own,” he muttered softly, yet urgently. “Let’s wait for the ambulance. You