After Choosing Her Secretary, She Regretted Losing Me

When I got into the car accident, Verity Walker, my girlfriend, passed by with her male secretary. She slowed down the moment she caught sight of me, bloodied and wrestling in pain, though rather than extending a hand, she leaned out the window and hurled a cutting remark my way.

“Don’t worry about him; he’s not going to die!” She jeered before speeding off, leaving me in a state of disbelief.

Later that evening, I huddled in the dim corner of my bedroom, a heavy sense of unease settling over me.