Where Destiny Forgot Us 3

Where Destiny Forgot Us 3 Summary

Bella was rushed into the hospital room, her body soaked in blood from a severe injury. Beckett, overwhelmed and panicked, urged everyone to save her immediately. As Bella recognized Avery, she screamed in terror and pleaded for mercy, insisting she would never bother Mr. Vale again. At that moment, Lucas arrived with men dragging the driver responsible for the accident, who begged Avery for help, claiming he was following her orders.

 

Beckett confronted Avery fiercely, reminding her of Bella’s rare blood type and clotting disorder, insisting she donate blood despite Avery’s severe hereditary anemia. Forced to give blood, Avery struggled physically and emotionally, realizing the toll it would take on her own health. Lucas then relayed Beckett’s condition that Avery must behave as Mrs. Vale to continue receiving transfusions. Avery, filled with bitterness and despair, declared she would divorce Beckett even if it killed her, collapsing from exhaustion.

 

Beckett’s grip on Avery was harsh and unrelenting as he warned her she depended on the Vale family for survival. Despite her defiant words, Beckett dismissed her and threatened to see how long her stubbornness would last. The scandal erupted publicly with accusations that Avery had hired someone to kill, followed by leaked mental health records, plunging her into disgrace. Beckett’s influence intensified the backlash, turning Avery from a rising medical star into a national pariah.

 

Returning to the hospital, Avery submitted her resignation, feeling the weight of lost dreams and sacrifices. Beckett mocked her, asserting she was nothing without the Vale family and dragged her into Bella’s room. Bella, angry and disabled from the accident, rejected Avery’s presence. Beckett then forced Avery to serve as Bella’s caretaker, stabbing her hand with a knife to bind her to the role. Overwhelmed by pain and humiliation, Avery collapsed while Bella smiled triumphantly in Beckett’s arms.

When Bella was rushed into the room, her entire body was drenched in blood, the vivid crimson staining her clothes and skin.

Beckett stared down at his hands, smeared with fresh blood, a flicker of panic sparking in his eyes—an emotion he hadn’t even realized was there until that moment.

“What are you waiting for? Save her!” he barked urgently.

As Bella’s eyes landed on me, a terrified scream escaped her lips, shaking the sterile air around us.

“Dr. Monroe, I know I was wrong! I swear, I’ll never bother Mr. Vale again! Please, don’t hurt me!” she pleaded desperately.

Just then, Lucas stormed in with several men, dragging behind them the driver responsible for the accident.

The man staggered forward, collapsing heavily to the floor, clutching at my trouser leg in a pitiful attempt to plead for mercy.

“Dr. Monroe, I did exactly what you asked! Even if I didn’t manage to kill her, I was working for you! Please, don’t let me go to jail—I need your help!” His voice trembled with fear and desperation.

His frantic begging caught the attention of everyone in the hospital corridor.

I stood frozen, stunned by the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Before I could push him away, Beckett’s furious roar shattered the tension in the room.

“Avery, are you out of your mind? Do you even know she has a clotting disorder?” His voice cut through me like a cold splash of ice water.

I looked up at him, disbelief and hurt mingling in my gaze. “You don’t trust me? You actually think I would do something so cruel?”

“Mr. Vale, Miss King’s blood is rare. The blood bank doesn’t have enough of it. If we don’t transfuse her soon, she won’t make it!” a voice from the crowd shouted urgently.

“I remember Dr. Monroe has the same blood type!” another person yelled. “If you take a life, you owe one in return! She has to give her blood now!”

The murmurs of agreement swelled into a chorus, growing louder and more insistent.

“Take her inside!” Beckett commanded, his face darkening as he ordered the men to drag me into the transfusion room.

I suffer from severe hereditary anemia and require blood transfusions every month just to stay alive. With how much Bella had lost, they would drain me dry.

When the needle pierced my vein, panic surged through me and I struggled fiercely.

“Beckett, are you insane? Have you forgotten—”

“This is a human life, Avery. Don’t be selfish.” His voice was firm, unyielding.

Without looking back, he turned and strode out of the room.

By the time the transfusion was complete, I could barely keep myself upright. My limbs felt weak and my head spun.

Lucas approached hesitantly, unease written across his face.

“Mrs. Vale, Mr. Vale said that as long as you behave and fulfill your role properly as Mrs. Vale, he will arrange for your blood transfusions.”

Only then did I realize Beckett hadn’t truly forgotten about my condition.

A bitter, hollow laugh escaped me.

“I will divorce him, even if it kills me.”

The moment those words left my mouth, my body gave way, collapsing to the floor in exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes again, Beckett gripped my wrist tightly, his anger palpable.

“Avery, don’t you get it yet?”

“Without the Vale family, you wouldn’t survive.”

I glanced down at the needle marks trailing along his arm and smiled with quiet finality.

“Then let me die.”

His breath hitched. His eyes reddened as he violently threw my hand aside.

“Fine. Very well.”

“We’ll see how long that stubborn mouth of yours lasts.”

That night, the news spread across the internet like wildfire.

[Medical Prodigy Avery Hired Someone to Kill.]

The public backlash was immediate and fierce.

Even the hospital director held a press conference, but the outrage only grew louder.

My phone rang nonstop through the night, each call a reminder of the chaos engulfing me.

In Westlake City, no one else could have stirred up such a storm so quickly.

No one except Beckett.

When my pleas for mercy went unanswered, he escalated the situation even further.

Just as the public fury seemed to calm, another scandalous headline exploded onto the scene.

Someone leaked my old mental health records: PTSD, severe depression, emotional disorder.

This time, the destruction was total.

Overnight, the city’s rising medical star became a national disgrace.

At dawn, I returned to the hospital.

The director bowed low before Beckett, his deference clear.

Beckett glanced at me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

“Avery, I told you. Without the Vale family, you’re nothing. You couldn’t even last this long before coming crawling back.”

I silently handed him my resignation letter.

Looking at the credentials I had fought so hard to earn, grief tightened my chest like a vice.

Beckett knew better than anyone how brutal medical school had been for me.

He knew my greatest dream was to save lives.

And now, he was proving that years of sacrifice meant nothing compared to a flick of his hand.

He stared at the resignation for a moment before laughter, sharp and angry, escaped him.

He stood abruptly, grabbed me, and pulled me into Bella’s hospital room.

“Resigning isn’t enough. You committed a filthy crime. You need to repay every last bit.”

The moment Bella saw me, she lost control again.

“What is this murderer doing here?! Beckett, I don’t want to see her! Make her leave!”

Her hand had been crushed beneath the car’s tire; the doctors confirmed permanent disability.

Beckett held her gently, offering comfort, then signaled to a bodyguard.

The guard forced my right hand onto the table.

Realizing what was about to happen, terror flooded my chest.

“Beckett, you can’t—ah!”

The knife in the bodyguard’s hand pierced clean through my palm.

The searing pain was so intense I nearly passed out on the spot.

I stared at my mangled, bloody hand and let out a scream of utter despair.

Beckett turned his gaze away, unmoved.

“The ward is short a caretaker. You made her like this. While she’s hospitalized, you will serve her.”

I crumpled to the floor, the pain too overwhelming to even speak.

Bella leaned into Beckett’s arms, a victorious smile lighting up her face.