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!”

to form around them, and she just stood rooted there, trying to fathom

voice full of anguish and accusation. Tears streamed down her

her mouth, her defenses ready, but words would not come. The weight of all the staring eyes, murmurs, and Annie’s scream

confusion and concern as he pushed through the crowd toward the two women. His eyes flickered between Annie on

he said, his voice low.

him, her eyes appealing for understanding, but before she could say a word, Annie cried again this time louder, “Alexander! She… she pushed me! She has killed our

The weight of the moment was unbearable, and Emma could feel her

glare. Despite the haired that burned in her for Annie, she held no malice for her innocent unborn child. The very idea that she could harm an

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

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

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her voice trembling but sharp enough to hold

her. She couldn’t afford getting caught now. She needed the victim card on her side more now. She needed the world to see Emma for who she really

enough to meet Emma’s gaze, her face twisted in a look of pure venom, streaked with tears. Alexander pushed through the throng of people his face dark and unreadable

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

for a second; 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 the ambulance. You