Chapter 5

Sophia's POV

That afternoon, I went to the set where Lena was filming as promised.

It had just rained, and the second-story set construction was somewhat shaky.

I stood below, watching Lena sit in her rest chair.

"Sophia, you really didn't need to come apologize in person." Lena stroked her belly, her smile full of boasting. "Ethan is just so worried about me and the baby. He doesn't want us to suffer any harm."

My face showed no emotion. I just quietly watched her. "I'm not here to discuss that with you. Ethan said as long as I apologize to you, he'll let Emma go. I keep my word."

I bent slightly toward her, my tone flat. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper. Emma shouldn't have hit you. It's my fault. I should have explained things to her earlier."

Lena probably hadn't expected me to apologize so readily. She paused before speaking coquettishly. "Well, since you've apologized, what can I say? But my face still hurts. I don't know if I can be on camera."

I stared at her expressionlessly, about to speak.

Suddenly, the sound of metal breaking came from overhead!

People around let out cries of alarm and frantically ran toward the exits.

"Look out!"

Someone shouted, and a row of heavy steel frames used to secure the lighting, loosened from their screws, came crashing down toward where Lena and I were standing!

Amid the screams, I instinctively stepped back, but from the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan had just entered the set.

He moved quickly, running toward us. I thought he was coming to save me.

"Ethan! Save me! My baby!" Lena screamed, pretending to twist her ankle and falling to the ground.

The steel frames were originally falling between us.

If Ethan pulled me, both Lena and I could escape.

But in that instant.

Ethan's body didn't think at all. He rushed over, scooped up Lena from the ground, and threw himself outward!

And as he lunged for Lena, he knocked into a prop box beside him, which directly blocked my only escape route!

I looked desperately at the box before me, the sound of steel frames colliding reaching my ears.

CRASH!

A huge impact. Dust flew everywhere.

The steel frame, weighing over a hundred pounds, slammed down on my chest and back.

The moment I was crushed under the steel frame, I didn't feel pain. I just felt something in my chest completely shatter.

Eight years ago, in a shootout.

Ethan was being hunted by enemies. When that bullet shot toward him, I didn't hesitate to throw myself in front of him, using my chest to block the fatal strike.

That bullet fragment stopped just half a centimeter from my heart, causing me years of chronic pain.

But because I loved him, I willingly got hurt for him.

But I never imagined that eight years later, today.

In the swirling dust, I coughed up blood in great mouthfuls.

I struggled to open my eyes and through the gaps in the steel frame, I saw Ethan and Lena, safe and sound, a few meters away.

Ethan was anxiously cupping Lena's face, asking repeatedly. "Lena, is our baby hurt? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Even though Lena only had a minor scrape, his eyes reddened with distress.

But Ethan didn't see me, lying to the side, dying.

In the same dangerous moment, years ago I went to die for him.

Now, for another woman, he personally pushed me into mortal danger.

Watching their intimate scene, a drop of warm liquid finally slid from the corner of my eye.

It was the last tear I would shed for this absurd, laughable eight-year love.

Then, in a wave of excruciating pain, I fell completely into darkness.