Once again, I saw Miranda standing outside the hospital room.
She was wearing a pair of sunglasses and stormed toward me with a fiery expression.
Miranda raised her hand high, ready to slap me across the face.
But before her hand could make contact, I grabbed her wrist tightly.
Miranda was clearly taken aback by my resistance, and her face twisted in frustration. “It’s all your fault, you filthy woman! You’ve ruined Ryan!”
I shot back coldly, “Why don’t you go ask Ryan how he ended up like this?”
“What are you” Miranda glared at me with fury, her mouth open as though she had more to
say.
“Enough!” At some point, Ryan had come up behind us. “I did this to myself.”
Miranda’s
eyes widened in disbelief. “How is that possible?” she muttered, almost to herself.
Ryan looked exhausted, his voice weary as he spoke, “Miranda, you’ve gotten what you wanted. What more is there to be unhappy about?”
Miranda bit down on her lip, her face breaking as she looked at Ryan, her voice trembling. But… Ryan, you know what I really want.”
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Ryan didn’t even glance at Miranda. Instead, he stared directly at me. “Susan, can you forgive me now?”
It was truly ironic.
EL
Back then, Ryan had shattered my hands for Miranda. And now, to ask for my forgiveness, he shattered his own.
It was laughable. Ryan thought that if he showed weakness, I would just forgive him and take him back.
I took a deep breath and spoke slowly, deliberately, “Ryan, listen carefully–I’m not a trash can.”
