The kick sent me stumbling backward . I hit the floor hard , and nobody moved to help me up . Even Mom just stood there glaring at me . " You ruined what was supposed to be the best day of our lives . Amelia , I have never been more ashamed of you ! " " From now on , we don't have a daughter anymore . Don't you dare call me Mom ever again ! " Her words cut through me like a knife , shredding what was left of my heart . Everyone cleared out , leaving me bleeding on the floor . I crawled around looking for that damn ring I'd thrown , finally finding it near the back wall . It was the silver band Carter and I had custom - made , with " Forever " engraved on the inside . But there was this tiny fingerprint on the heart part - Vanessa's , from when she'd " helped " us design it . Kind of like her whole role in our relationship - barely noticeable , but gross as hell . I tossed the ring down a storm drain and watched it disappear . Good riddance . Then I drove straight to the hospital . Threw some cash at the scheduler to move up my appointment - no way I was dragging this out any longer . Carter kept blowing up my phone , so I just turned the damn thing off . Lying on that cold operating table with metal instruments scraping inside me while they removed the fetus was excruciating . The pain was so intense I couldn't stop shaking until I finally passed out . When I came to , it was done . I put my hand on my flat stomach . I used to be so excited about having this baby . Now she was gone before I even got to hold her . The doctor wanted to keep me overnight for observation , but screw that . I grabbed my stuff and left . Carter still wasn't home . The apartment was empty . Everything was black or gray color because that's what he liked . The whole place made me feel like I was suffocating . I headed to the bedroom and started throwing my stuff in suitcases . No wedding meant no more playing house . There was barely any evidence that we lived here together . We weren't like normal couples with matching towels and cute couple photos everywhere . Our stuff was completely separate - even our coffee mugs were totally different styles and colors . You'd never know two people who supposedly loved each other lived here . We barely had any photos together either . When we first moved in , I put up some pictures of us in the bedroom . I thought it would be sweet - Carter could see us together every morning But Vanessa took one look at them and smashed every single frame . " You're what triggers his episodes . How's he supposed to heal if he has to stare at you all day ? " So instead of our photos , the apartment became Vanessa's personal storage unit . Her weird figurines , her clothes , her makeup crap - it was everywhere . When I finally called her out on it , she just shrugged . " To reduce your negative impact on Carter's psyche , need to strengthen my presence . It's all part of his treatment plan . You wouldn't want to interfere with his healing process , would you ? " I wanted Carter to get better more than anything , so I let it slide . 06:11 Chapter 3 I was almost done packing when I noticed something sticking out from under the mattress - a photo album . Curious , I pulled it out and opened it . My blood ran cold . The photos showed two people laughing together , looking happy . Carter and Vanessa . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!