A Donna Unclaimed chapter 06

A Donna Unclaimed chapter 06

The wheelchair slammed into the dining table.

Dishes shattered to the floor. The table overturned. My wheelchair flipped with it.

My head struck the sharp edge of the table. Blood immediately poured out.

My mind rang violently, and my whole body trembled.

But Griffin didn’t even look at me.

He only rushed to lift Vivian into his arms. As she cried in pain, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“I’ll take you to the hospital right now.”

Without another glance in my direction, he turned and carried her toward the door.

I watched Vivian’s triumphant smile and Griffin’s retreating back.

Then suddenly, I laughed. And tears fell at the same time.

It reminded me of when I was eighteen. A man on the subway had groped me.

Back then, Griffin was still a teenager. He grabbed the man—taller, stronger, heavier—and beat him like a furious beast. Punch after punch landed on the man’s face.

The entire train froze in shock.

Only I cried, clutching Griffin’s arm, begging him to stop. Only then did he finally let go.

Back then, I was the woman he protected with his life. Now, the woman he protected was someone else.

And even if that meant hurting me.

My chest ached so badly it shook.

People around us slowly gathered. Soon, the police arrived.

The moment I saw them, all my strength drained away.

I grabbed the officer’s hand tightly and said, “Tell my mother… don’t press charges. Tell her this was my choice.”

“And tell her… I’m sorry. I… I can’t stay with her anymore.”

My chest burned with a dull ache, but strangely, I felt no regret.

I had waited six years for treatment, six years for survival, and my only dream was to see Griffin once more.

I had seen him. The dream was fulfilled.

That was enough.

Goodbye, Griffin.

Griffin’s POV

I don’t know why, but every time I think of Rosa’s final look at me, my chest tightens.

That gaze carried love, farewell, and pain all at once.

Even when the doctor told me Vivian’s baby was fine, I felt no relief.

After Vivian fell asleep, I immediately called Rosa. After all, my relationship with Vivian had been an accident.

She was my junior at university and had chased me for six years.

Then, in the sixth year, she deliberately got me drunk and even dressed up like Rosa. That was how it happened.

After I sobered up and learned the truth, I apologized to Vivian. I told her clearly that I didn’t love her, and I never would.

I had once loved Rosa. Even if she no longer loved me, even if she had left me, I would only ever love her.

Vivian cried uncontrollably back then, but I still rejected her.

She didn’t give up. She kept pursuing me.

Then, six months later, my mother sent me a wedding invitation.

It was Rosa’s.

She was going to marry someone else. The same man she had “betrayed” me with six years ago.

That night, I stayed alone in my apartment and cried until morning. I drank so much that I ended up in the hospital with gastric bleeding.

Vivian took care of me during that time. And somewhere along the way, I softened. I accepted her.

Later, she became pregnant with my child.

When she cried and begged me to marry her, I agreed in the end.

So I returned to Chicago to prepare for the wedding.

But now, something uneasy kept twisting in my chest.

Especially after I called Rosa ten times and got no answer, I finally had no choice but to call her mother.