My Last Shot After Seven Canceled Weddings Chapter 03
Author: Ferrari
Cecilia’s POV
Bianca flashed a swift, faint smile—one completely devoid of any trace of depression.
Then, she pinched my arm with all her strength. Wincing in pain, I reflexively yanked my hand back. Bianca let out a sharp cry and immediately collapsed to the ground.
“Ah!” Bianca curled up on the floor, clutching her knee, her face twisted in pain.
“Cecilia!” Marcus rushed over and shoved me aside.
Unsteady on my feet, I stumbled backward into a nearby beach umbrella. A glass on the table underneath toppled over, drenching me in ice-cold water.
My elbow took the brunt of the fall, and a dull, agonizing pain burst straight from the bone, drawing a soft groan from my lips.
Seeing me hit the ground, Marcus froze for a second and instinctively took a step toward me.
But the next second, Bianca grabbed his sleeve. “Marcus, it hurts so bad…”
Taking in Bianca’s pathetic state, he forgot all about me and quickly helped her up.
When he looked back at me, his eyes were filled with anger. “Stop acting, Cecilia. We’ve been together for five years. How did I never notice what a great actress you are? Bianca is sick! I can’t believe you’d go after her, let alone push her on purpose!”
I tried to explain, “I didn’t push her. She did that on—”
Before I could finish, Bianca cut me off with another agonizing shriek. “It hurts so much. Am I dying?”
“I’m taking you to the hospital right now. Don’t worry…”
Without giving me another glance, Marcus scooped Bianca up into his arms and sped off.
As I watched him carry Bianca toward the hospital, a cold stillness settled over my chest.
After forcing myself up, I clutched my throbbing arm and called Riccardo, who rushed over and took me to the hospital.
After an examination, the doctor confirmed a fracture in my elbow, put it in a cast, and told me to get plenty of rest.
Bianca, however, had no intention of letting me rest.
As I lay in the hospital bed, my phone began vibrating uncontrollably on the nightstand. A barrage of messages from her flooded the screen.
First came a photo of Marcus peeling an apple for her with his head down.
“Cecilia, has Marcus ever peeled an apple for you? I know you got hurt, but as long as I say you’re faking it, he will believe me.”
“You actually think Marcus cares about you? Keep dreaming.”
“We grew up together. Did a woman like you, who relies on Marcus just to survive, really think you could come between us?”
“Take my advice and get lost before I kick you out myself!”
Just then, a text from Marcus popped up next, followed by a location pin for the hospital.
“We’re in Room 307. Bianca is in a bad mood, so you’d better come apologize to her. Once her depression is cured, we can still have our wedding.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
To think he considered our wedding a bargaining chip to force my submission.
As my disappointment reached its peak, I sent Bianca a short reply. “I wish you two the best.”
With that, I blocked their numbers.
Riccardo glanced at my expression tentatively. “Principessa, is there anything you’d like us to do?”
“No need,” I said calmly. “We’ll leave Solaviera tonight.”
“Understood, Principessa.”
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Third-Person POV
Meanwhile, at the hospital, the moment Bianca drifted off to sleep, Marcus anxiously pulled out his phone.
He expected to see an apology text from Cecilia, but the lack of any message made him inexplicably uneasy.
In their five years together, she had rarely ignored his messages like this.
Instinctively, he dialed her number, but all he got was a busy tone on the other end. “Sorry, the number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment. Please try again later…”
He couldn’t believe that she actually blocked him.
