Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 391

She swallowed the entire bottle of pills—nearly twenty in total.

Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth as her consciousness began to blur. The sharp, stabbing pain coursing through her body hit her like a storm, tearing at her senses. Her lips quivered as she muttered faintly, “It hurts… so much…”

The unbearable pain dragged on, gnawing at her body like claws. Her vision swirled into a haze as the minutes crawled by, every moment a thread pulling the life from her. Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins, her body burning yet icy cold. She didn’t know what to do. For the first time in her life, she was utterly lost.

She sat motionless on the bed, her body growing colder as time slipped away. Outside, the night sky gleamed with stars. The headache that gripped her was unbearable, a pressure she couldn’t put into words.

The next time she opened her eyes, she was in a hospital room.

When Lucy slowly woke, her throat was parched and her body felt drained, weak beyond measure. She stared at the sterile white ceiling above her, feeling detached. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother sitting beside the bed.

“Why would you do something so reckless? Do you have any idea how worried your brother and I were?” Mrs. Chancer’s eyes were red-rimmed, her trembling hand lifting as if to scold Lucy with a slap. But when she saw her daughter’s pale, lifeless face, her hand froze in midair and fell back to her side.

Lucy’s voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. “Worried? Were you worried about me, or were you just afraid that if I died, you wouldn’t have anyone to take the fall for Charlotte? Or was it something else entirely?”

Her eyes dimmed with the weight of the memory. That afternoon had left a scar on her heart—one of neglect and disappointment. The lack of love and respect she felt that day shaped her life in ways she could never forget, even now.

Mrs. Chancer avoided her gaze, her voice turning colder. “Lucy, you need to be fair. From the time you were little, did you ever lack for anything? Your food, your clothes, everything you had was better than anyone else’s. And when you said someone bullied you, didn’t I go to the school the next day and punish the bully?”

“Fine. I don’t want to talk about the past.” Lucy’s voice was steady but defiant. “The fact is, you know Charlotte is the real culprit. Yet you’re still willing to throw me under the bus just because of the baby she’s carrying. Why should I? I won’t do it. You saved me this time, but I can die a second time if I have to.”

Her eyes burned with an unyielding resolve, her words ringing with defiance.