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!”

pounding, as a crowd began to form around them,

full of anguish and accusation. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at the

cold. She opened her mouth, her defenses ready, but words would not come. The weight of

women. His eyes flickered between Annie on the floor and Emma standing above her, her hands shaking, her face white.

said, his voice low.

him, her eyes appealing for understanding, but before she could say a word, Annie cried again

its breath as Alexander’s gaze locked onto Emma’s. The weight of the moment was unbearable, and Emma could feel her world teetering on

denial. Her glanced darted between the crowd and Alexander’s piecing glare. Despite the haired that burned in her for Annie,

whispers, others in shock, their mouths ajar. She could feel the weight of all those gazes pressing upon her, yet she would not

concern etched on their faces wanting to tend to her till the ambulance arrived. But before anyone could so much as touch her, Annie struggled on to her feet, hands supporting her stomach protectively as if she was trying to protect the life within. Her face contorted into mask of pain while tears streamed unchecked down her face, but she fought off

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

card on her side more now. She needed the world

Emma’s gaze, her face twisted in a look of pure venom, streaked with tears. Alexander pushed through the

was angry, her face red with the injustice of it

he relented and handed her the key.