No Love Left to Give

"Mom, Dad. I've changed my mind. I'm willing to go back to Bimern and marry Mr. Coleman, even if he's in a coma."

I keep it a secret from Frederick Kirby, my boyfriend of seven years. I'm going ahead and arranging a wedding with someone else.

Lennon Downey, Frederick and I grew up together. I had fallen in love with Frederick when I was a teenager, while Lennon was always like an older brother to me. We are close, and we've always been that way.

That is, until the three of us went on a trip and got caught in a flash flood. Florence Cooper, the fake heiress, stole the credit for saving their lives and even lied that I left them behind to save myself.

Since then, they've taken her side in everything. They've even hurt me for her.

I cried, fought, and tried to explain over and over again. I thought that they would see her for who she really is one day.

However, they never did. All I got in return was betrayal, again and again.

I'm done. I just want to leave. I want to disappear from their lives and never, ever see them again.

My wedding to William Coleman was set for two weeks later. I promised to head back early for preparations.

The moment the call ended, Florence Cooper showed up. The second I saw her, I knew nothing good could come of it. I turned to leave, but it was already too late.

"Please, Liz. I'm begging you, just leave me alone! I didn't know your parents would use me as your stand-in after you went missing. I never meant to steal your future—" Her scream came a split second after the splash.

The pool was right beside us, and Florence jumped straight in.

In the past three years, she had pulled this exact stunt more times than I could count.

At first, I didn't even bother reacting. Now, I just tried to stay out of her way, exhausted by it all.

I rushed to call someone to pull her out. I needed this ridiculous scene to end before Frederick Kirby or Lennon Downey showed up. If they saw this, I wouldn't be able to clear my name no matter what I said.

Naturally, Florence had timed it perfectly. Barely a second after she hit the water, Frederick came running.

"How did you get so viscous?" He looked at me with disappointment. Without waiting for me to speak, he jumped in to save her.

Frederick and I had dated for seven years. He was the person I had loved most in this world. How could he not know the kind of person I was? Why did he believe her every time?

This wasn't even the first time he misunderstood me. Still, it stung every single time. I swallowed my frustration and knelt by the pool, ready to help get her out.

Just then, Lennon heard the commotion and stormed over. He saw the