Cornelia's POV
The vase never should have left my hands.
I only wanted to release the fury burning inside me. The rage and heartbreak needed somewhere to go, and throwing something felt like the only outlet. I never intended for it to actually strike him.
But it did. The ceramic crashed against the back of David's skull before exploding into countless fragments across the floor.
He didn't even stagger. Just stood there motionless while I stared in horror as crimson began seeping through his dark hair.
"David," my voice came out as barely a breath. I tried to scramble off the bed, but the moment I shifted, searing pain shot through my lower body. A sharp cry escaped my lips as I froze, struggling to breathe through the agony.
His eyes flew wide and suddenly he was beside me, his hands gripping my shoulders with surprising gentleness. "Stay still," he commanded, carefully easing me back onto the mattress.
