Chapter 4
- 4.
My head was spinning.
I looked down at Mark. His eyes were dark,
calculating.
“You want me dead that badly?”
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“Liv, please!” Mark grabbed my pant leg,
begging. “Just get the treatment. I’ll do
anything!”
“Yeah, honey, just listen to him,” a woman said,
her voice full of false comfort. “He’s your
husband. He wouldn’t hurt you.”
Despair washed over me, tears streamed down
my face.
I screamed at them, my voice cracking,
“You don’t understand! He does want me
dead!”
In that instant, Mark lunged. He snatched the
scalpel from my hand.
“Help me!”
The nurse and the anesthesiologist piled on,
pinning me to the gurney.
I thrashed, kicking and screaming, fear twisting
my insides.
“Let me go! Mark, you let me go!”
I fought with everything I had.
“Liv, stop it! You’re in danger! You’re my wife! I
can’t stand to see you like this.”
I spat at him, hatred burning in my gut.
“If I stay with you, you goddamn monster, that’s
when I’ll be in hell!”
My need to survive gave me the strength to
grab onto Mark’s hand, the one holding the
scalpel.
“You sure you want to waste time?” Mark said,
his eyes hard and cold.
I froze, not understanding. Then I felt his hand
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twist, change direction.
“Mark, what are you
do-”
The words died in my throat. I stared in horror.
“Liv, no!”
Mark cried out in mock anguish. The scalpel
plunged deep, right into my left eye.
