"Matthew, please. Why don't you try to love me? I'm always here for you." I cried, trying to change his mind.
Matthew turned back, his gaze sharp and cold. "Kourtney, I'm making this clear. I don't feel anything for you. I only see you as a sister. And Lorelei is the love of my life," he stated firmly.
Tears streamed down my face as his words pierced my heart. It was excruciating, the pain of unrequited love.
***
Days passed, and I noticed Lorelei hadn't returned home. I had no clue where she was. Matthew avoided me, consumed by his search for her. She had been missing for three days.
But one day, Lorelei suddenly went back home. Mathew and I were both taken aback.
"Lorelei? Where have you been?" Matthew asked, as he tried pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I'm sorry I didn't inform you guys, I'm taking a vacation alone." she replied, offering a small smile.
My heart pounded as I met Lorelei's gaze. It was chilling, a look that sent shivers down my spine.
"Kourtney, Matthew, I have a surprise for the both of you." Lorelei said, handing me an envelope.
I opened it, and both Matthew and I gasped.
Inside, we found a divorce agreement paper.
Lorelei P. O. V
After Prosecutor Dylan rescued me that night, he rushed me to the hospital. I was immediately wheeled into the operating room, because my stomach wouldn't stop bleeding after stabbed three times.
I slipped into unconsciousness, only to wake up staring at the blinding white ceiling.
I looked around, spotting Dylan talking to a doctor. I couldn't hear them clearly, but their serious expressions were evident.
"Look, she's awake," Dylan said, turning towards me.
He and the doctor approached my bed. I wanted to sit up, but the pain in my stitched-up stomach was unbearable.
"Lorelei, don't move," Dylan said, his voice firm. I remained lying down.
The doctor looked at me. "Miss Lorelei, I'm sorry to tell you this, but the fetus in your womb didn't survive. The length of the knife that stabbed you pierced your uterus," the doctor explained.
His words didn't register at first. But then, seconds later, tears began to stream down my face. The pain was overwhelming. For the third time, I had suffered a miscarriage. This was supposed to be the reason I fought, the reason I clung to hope, but it seemed fate had other plans. I was not meant to be a mother.