Susan's POV
"What did I just do?" I whispered to myself, my nails dug into my palms until they bled. The pain in my hands was nothing compared to the hurt in my chest. Watching Evander leave with her so easily made me realize something. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, I would never be important to him.
I stood there, shaking in anger as I tried to keep my feelings in check. My heart hurt, but I couldn't let it show. Not now when he had taken Claire with him somewhere.
As I tried to leave, a few people entered the apartment with a stretcher, and before I could react, they gently but firmly tried to force me onto it.
"Miss, Mr. Kensington said we must take care of you and make sure no wound goes untreated," one of the ambulance workers said, looking at me with concern.
"What?" I blinked in surprise by what I heard. "Did he really say that?" I asked, narrowing my brows in disbelief.
