His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 8

A month later, I slowly came out of the trauma from before.

My broken wrist and fingers had all been set. But because treatment got delayed, I’d never be able to hold a scalpel again.

Saying it didn’t hurt would be a lie. But people have to move forward.

So I signed up for a painting class.

I wanted to try switching from a scalpel to a paintbrush and see how it felt.

I’d just finished today’s class. Looking at the painting on my easel, I felt proud.

But right as I walked out, a familiar voice came from behind me.

“Sienna.”

My body went completely stiff.

I dug my nails into my palm, turned around, and looked at Garrett. My voice came out calm to the point of distant.

“What are you doing here?”

Garrett put out his cigarette and walked toward me.

“I came to take you home.”

That sentence was so absurd it was funny.

A mocking smile pulled at my lips.

“Home? You mean your home with Melody?”

“Last I checked, we’re not together anymore. So stop acting like we are. Keep your distance, Mr. Hale. I can’t get hurt by you again.”

Garrett looked at me. His tone stayed as calm as ever.

“Come back to our home–yours and mine. We can go get a new marriage certificate.”

“I already had someone send Melody abroad. I won’t see her again, and no one will hurt you anymore.”

His eyes dropped to my wrist. His voice got quieter.

“Sienna, I’ll make up for everything I owe you.”

Right then, I really wanted to laugh. And I actually did laugh.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Garrett, don’t tell me that after everything that happened, you realized you’re in love with me?”

Garrett looked straight at me and admitted it clean and simple.

“Yes. Sienna, I’m in love with you.”

My calm shattered completely in that moment.

Chapter 8

“Garrett. I hate you! I really, truly hate you!”

“When I loved you, you didn’t love me back. You let Melody hurt me. You treated me like a bed warmer. Even the marriage was faker

“But now I’m gone. I finally started building a new life. And you show up telling me you realized you’re in love with me?!”

I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. Emotions churned in my chest.

“Garrett, what makes you think I’ll come running back just because you snap your fingers?”

“Get lost. I never want to see you again!”

Garrett’s eyebrows pulled tight. He stepped forward.

“I know I hurt you before. But back then, I hadn’t figured out my own feelings yet.”

“I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you from now on. Sienna, give me one more chance. Let’s start over.”

Hearing his casual tone made my stomach turn.

I dug my nails hard into my palm. My voice came out cold and final.

“Impossible! Garrett, I will never forgive you. Not in this lifetime!”

The scars all over my body were still there. My broken wrist still ached. And those nightmare hours…

“This life, the next life, the life after that–I never want to see you again!”

With that, I didn’t want to say another word to Garrett. I turned to leave.

But right then, a car came speeding toward me crazy fast.

Through the window, I saw Melody’s twisted face.

In that instant, all the blood in my body felt like it froze.

“SIENNA!”

The next second, my body got shoved hard to the side.

CRASH-

I saw Garrett crushed under the car, and Melody looking panicked and lost.

“How did this happen? Garrett, why did you save her?”

“Ah! I didn’t mean to! Garrett, please don’t die…”

Garrett lay in a pool of blood. His eyes were looking in my direction, like he was checking to make sure I was okay.

I stood frozen in place. My hands and feet went numb.

Everything happened so suddenly. I couldn’t process any of it. All I could do was follow the ambulance to the hospital in a daze.

“This is YOUR fault, Sienna! All of it!”

“Why didn’t YOU die?! Why wasn’t it you in that accident?!”

“Garrett sent me away because of you! He doesn’t want me anymore because of YOU! I hope you rot in hell!”

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Chapter 8

Melody screamed at me with a twisted face. Soon the police took her away.

Garrett was in surgery for six hours. He wasn’t in life threatening danger.

But his legs were broken. From now on, he’d be in a wheelchair.

And he was still in a deep coma. No one knew when he’d wake up.

Hearing he was still alive, I felt relief.

At least I didn’t have to carry the weight of causing someone’s death.

As for the rest–call it karma.

After that, I never went to the hospital again. I just had someone pay his medical bills for me. Consider it paying back the debt for him saving my life.

I’d stopped loving him a long time ago. I wouldn’t feel sorry for him either. And right now, I definitely wouldn’t feel guilty.

Half a month later, Melody’s sentence came down. Ten years in prison.

As for Garrett, I never saw him again.

Looking at the sunshine outside, I felt incredibly light and free.

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