Handsome CEO's Darling Wife Chapter 2: FAREWELL, MY LOVE

A pained grimace contorted the girl's face, the agony piercing deep. She had slumped onto the dock, already weakened, and the second bullet proved to be an unbearable burden.

A curse formed on her lips, directed at the child, yet she couldn't utter it, for it was 'his' child, after all.

She gasped for air, but her lungs protested, the searing pain in her shoulder hindering every breath.

Heavy sweat beaded on her brow, and with the significant blood loss, her complexion began to pale dramatically.

The sky overhead was a canvas of heavy, gloomy red clouds. Not a single star or sliver of moon was visible, and even if they were, they would have been hidden from view.

Her gaze drifted towards him, his hand poised to start the engine. Yet, her vision was failing, the world swimming in a blur.

A desperate desire to live surged within her, a wish to experience joy in this beautiful world, so much left to witness, so much more to learn.

Clenching her jaw, she resolved to reach the boat.

Bang! Bang!!

Just as she began to rise, a third bullet struck, aiming for her left leg just below the knee.

The fourth bullet went wide.

The pain was now agonizing, making it nearly impossible to stand. As her vision blurred further, she coughed, expelling blood, a metallic tang filling her mouth.

A grim realization dawned: they would pursue her relentlessly, even if she escaped this immediate peril. Her existence endangered those she held most dear. How many more would suffer because of her?

Then, the rain began, first a drizzle, then a torrential downpour. It felt as though the heavens themselves wept for her misfortune. The cold night and the drenching rain left her body numb, frozen to the spot.

In that moment, a decision was made, accompanied by a silent scream of internal agony, a torment of the heart rather than the body.

Mustering her last reserves of strength, she severed the boat's mooring rope. Footsteps echoed, drawing nearer.

Broom!

As the boat drifted away, the distance between her and it steadily increased.

The man glanced back, his eyes widening in utter disbelief.

He stood transfixed, rooted to the spot.

There she remained on the dock, exhausted, drenched in blood, appearing utterly forlorn and wretched.

A smile graced her lips, not one of bitterness, but of a profound blessing, as if conveying, 'I offer my life for you. Live well.'

Her vision faded, the world blurring into darkness.

Before another thought could form, a violent blow struck her head.

Time seemed to halt around her, blood obscuring her face. With her last flicker of consciousness, she offered him a smile, her heart whispering, “Farewell, my love.”

Afterward, all dissolved into absolute blackness.

Her lifeless form then collapsed onto the dock, her blood adding another crimson river to the cityscape of Milan.