Where Destiny Forgot Us 4 Summary
The chapter opens with the narrator waking in pain, with Bella pressing on her wound insistently, reminding her that Beckett had told her to take care of the narrator. Despite the injury, the narrator bitterly reflects on Beckett’s refusal to grant a divorce. Bella taunts her, saying that as long as she remains Beckett’s wife, the narrator is nothing more than a home-wrecker without status. Bella’s cruelty escalates as she hints that if the narrator dies, the marriage will end naturally. Suddenly, someone knocks the narrator out by covering her mouth.
When the narrator regains consciousness, she finds herself on an abandoned rooftop, disoriented and clutching a surgical scalpel. Bella is nearby, crying and begging for mercy, admitting she was wrong. The narrator realizes that the drug used to knock her out must have contained hallucinogens. Beckett arrives, furious, shouting her name. The tense scene on the rooftop looks like the narrator is threatening Bella with the knife. Bella leans in maliciously, revealing she has prepared a “present” for the narrator.
At that moment, a swarm of reporters arrives, bombarding the narrator with questions about her past trauma and childlessness, while playing humiliating videos from years ago. The emotional weight of the public exposure freezes the narrator’s blood. Beckett is enraged and demands to know who brought the media there. In the chaos, the narrator’s hand is forced to turn the scalpel on herself, but instead, she violently stabs Bella in the stomach, declaring that if her life is ruined, Bella will suffer too. Blood pools around them as Beckett rushes to carry Bella away.
The narrator collapses, clutching her wound, and before losing consciousness, she hears Beckett’s cold command to lock her in a psychiatric center. Beckett signs the admission papers reluctantly as Bella has a hysterical meltdown, blaming the narrator for her inability to have children. Beckett tries to comfort Bella but feels a growing agitation, especially since the narrator is also gravely injured. As he heads for the exit, Beckett is stopped by the unexpected arrival of his mother, Vivian Vale, whose cold words cause his face to turn pale.
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I don’t know how long I lay there, but the pain eventually forced me awake.
Bella was pressing down on my wound, grinding it repeatedly.
“Beckett told you to take care of me before he left, so get up and do your job!”
I laughed coldly, my eyes red. “Even after all this, he still won’t grant me a divorce.”
“As long as I remain his wife, you are nothing but a home–wrecker with no name or status.”
“You-!” Bella dug her heel in, her face contorting briefly into something fierce.
After a pause, a cruel smile spread across her face.
“It doesn’t matter if Beckett refuses to sign. If you die, the marriage is naturally over.”
Before I could react, someone behind me clamped a hand over my mouth and knocked me out.
When I woke again, I was on an abandoned rooftop.
Everything was blurry. I had just managed to steady myself when the door was kicked open.
“Avery!” Beckett’s furious roar cut through the air.
I came to my senses and realized I was clutching a surgical scalpel.
Bella crouched in a corner, crying, her eyes swollen red.
“Dr. Monroe, I was wrong! Please, don’t hurt me!”
She clung to my pant leg, bowing her head repeatedly in desperate pleas.
I shook my head, finally realizing that the drug she had used to knock me out must have contained a hallucinogen.
“Avery, don’t act rashly!”
Our bodies were mere inches from the edge of the rooftop.
From Beckett’s perspective, it appeared as if I was threatening Bella with the knife.
Bella suddenly leaned closer, her laugh low and malicious.
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“Don’t worry, I’ve prepared a little present for you too.”
At that moment, a swarm of reporters rushed up from below.
They raised cameras and microphones.
“Ms. Monroe, did you conceal the fact that you were raped prior to your marriage to Mr. Vale?”
“Ms. Monroe, is your childlessness all these years a permanent consequence of that violent
assault?”
They played videos of my humiliation from years ago on their phones.
The screams of a girl overlapped with the nightmares I had endured for years.
I felt my blood freeze in an instant.
Beckett’s expression darkened as he shouted at someone nearby,
“Who the hell brought them here!”
In the chaos, my trembling hand was suddenly seized.
The scalpel was twisted in my grip, the blade turning to press directly into my own abdomen.
“Beckett, save me!”
Bella cried, trying to run toward him.
Before she could take two steps, I yanked her hair.
In Beckett’s eyes–equal parts fear and shock–I drove the scalpel into her stomach.
“You have to strike here to cause real pain!”
My eyes were red, tears streaking the corners.
“If my life is ruined, I’m taking you down with me.
The wound Bella had inflicted on me wasn’t fatal, but I retaliated with all my strength.
Blood pooled around us. Dizziness overtook me as Beckett finally rushed forward.
He grabbed Bella and carried her away.
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I knelt, clutching my stomach.
Before losing consciousness, I only heard Beckett’s cold, piercing voice.
“Avery has gone mad. Lock her in Ravenhill Psychiatric Center. Don’t let her hurt anyone again!”
“Mr. Vale, a family signature is required for admission,” Lucas said urgently.
Beckett, rushing to care for Bella, barely glanced at me before signing his name.
When Bella came to, she had a complete meltdown, sobbing and screaming hysterically.
“Beckett, the doctor says I can never have children again! This is all Avery’s fault!”
Beckett did his best to comfort her, but a strange sense of agitation was churning inside him.
A moment ago, Avery had bled heavily as well.
That woman was stubborn. Would she refuse treatment?
The thought made him lose control. He stood abruptly, heading for the exit.
But the door opened first.
“Mother?” Beckett froze, astonished.
Vivian Vale spoke coldly.
Her words made his face turn ashen in an instant.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
