I Paid With My Life For His Forgiveness Novel by Tina _ Novel



I Paid With My Life For His Forgiveness Novel by Tina _ Novel

I Paid With My Life For His Forgiveness Chapter 01

Beatrice's POV
It was gym class at Lowell High School. The teacher got called away, so the class president took over.
That was all the excuse the boys who loved tormenting me needed.
"Hey, Beatrice! Get over here!" the class president shouted. "Pick up that sandbag and run laps around the track. Don't stop until class ends!"
His voice was nasty. I walked over without arguing. I hoisted the heavy military-style sandbag onto my back and started shuffling toward the track.
After that day, almost everyone in my class—and soon the whole school—treated me the same way. They did it to get back at me for what happened to Julian.
Sweat soaked through my uniform fast. Loose strands of hair stuck to my pale face. My lungs burned with every ragged breath. Just when I thought I might collapse, I caught a glimpse of something in the shade beside the track.
Julian leaned against a tree, looking as striking and elegant as ever. His new girlfriend, Dorothy Quinn, was pressed up against him.
She said something that made his lips curve into a small smile. He gave a soft laugh, then turned his head and kissed her gently. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and painted them in soft patterns.
The whole scene looked perfect, like something out of a painting. I watched for a while, then turned my head.
The one who used to be the one standing next to him, was me. I used to be the one who received all that tenderness and love...
Julian and I had grown up together. At Lowell High, he was the golden boy every girl dreamed about. But he only had eyes for me. Every morning he made sure I had warm milk. He stayed up late to help me with my notes. When menstrual cramps left me sweating and miserable, he would awkwardly rub my belly, his ears turning pink, and remind me to stay away from ice and cold drinks.
We had planned to go to the same college. We had even chosen names for our kids—one with the Lavelle last name, one with Nesbitt. Once he cupped my face, eyes shining, and said, "Bea, you're in every single one of my plans."
Those happy days ended that afternoon. His father and my mother were caught in bed. Julian's mother couldn't handle it and took her own life.
Then his father ran off with my mother. Overnight, Julian lost everything.
A sharp pain in my chest cut through my thoughts. My chest tightened hard. The pain hit so sharp that I almost stumbled and fell.
Right then, even though he could clearly see me staggering and about to faint, he just gave a cold sneer and pulled Dorothy closer.
That sneer felt like a knife slicing into my chest. I knew he hated what my mother had done. He had nowhere else to put his rage, he aimed all of it at me.
But I had lost my family too. My mother—my only family—was gone.
Now neither of us had anyone left.
The pain almost dropped me to my knees. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood, forced myself upright, and kept plodding forward on the track.
The second the bell rang, the last bit of strength left me. I collapsed onto the ground. I crawled into the shadow under the basketball hoop, desperate for air.
Dorothy walked over with a smile, holding a bottle of water. "Beatrice, you must be dying after all that running. Let me help you cool down."
With her words, she tilted the bottle and dumped the entire thing of icy water straight over my head. The cold shock made me shiver. Water stung my eyes. I gasped sharply, my soaked hair plastered to my face. I thought I may looked completely pathetic now.
Dorothy leaned in close so only I could hear. Her voice was sweet but full of poison. "Feeling like shit? Good. Blame your shameless mom—she's the one who ruined everything. If it weren't for her, Jules wouldn't have lost both his parents. She just ran off without a care. And you… you're going to spend the rest of your life paying for it!"
I closed my eyes. Sweat and water ran down my face. I had no strength left to fight back.
When she finally stepped away, I pushed myself up from the ground, trying to leave. That was when a loud metallic groan filled the air. The huge basketball structure beside us wobbled, then came crashing down without warning. At the same time, someone sprinted toward us from the side.
It was Julian.
His face showed a panic I had never seen before. He lunged straight for Dorothy, yanked her into his arms, and carried her out of the way, shielding her completely.
The heavy frame slammed down. Metal bars smashed into my legs and side with brutal force. A sickening crack rang out—my bone had fractured.
Blinding pain took over. My vision blurred. Darkness tried to pull me under. But through the haze I saw everything clearly: Julian stood at a safe distance, holding a shaken Dorothy, just watching me. His eyes flicked down to my mangled legs for a split second. Something unreadable flashed across them, then vanished under even deeper hatred.
He didn't come closer. He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't say a single word.
He just gave me one last icy look.
Then he took Dorothy's hand, turned around, and walked away without glancing back—like I was nothing more than a wounded animal on the side of the road, not worth another thought.
I watched him go. The familiar ache in my chest twisted even tighter.
It hurt so much I could barely breathe. He wouldn't even speak to me now—not even while I lay there broken and bleeding. Was it really over between us?
Just before the darkness took me, the memory surfaced: that afternoon when he held his mother's lifeless body, covered in her blood. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared at me and said,
"Yes, Beatrice. It's over."
***
I woke up in a hospital room. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.
"You're awake," a nurse said, jotting something down. "Please call your parents when you can."
I looked around, confused. My voice came out hoarse. "What… what's wrong with me?"
A doctor stepped closer, his face serious.
"Beatrice, we have your test results. You have stomach cancer. It's advanced. We need to contact your family right away so we can talk about your treatment plan."

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