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~Bella's POV
The manager didn't say a word. He simply stood up, adjusted his shirt, and turned to leave. Before stepping out, he paused and said in a calm voice, "Just rest, Bella. It's for your own good." And then he was gone.
For my own good? I saw red.
I let out a scream, my rage boiling over. "Come back here! You coward! You liar!" My voice echoed through the room, but he was long gone.
I couldn't control myself. I grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table and flung it across the room. It shattered into tiny pieces, the sound fueling my anger. My breathing was ragged as I yanked off the thin hospital blanket, throwing it to the floor. My fingers itched to destroy something, anything.
"How could he?!" I shouted to no one in particular. "How could he sell me off like that?! What did he get in return? What was worth throwing me away like some object?"
Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I had cried enough in my life. I was done being weak.
