My Boyfriend Let Her Run Over My Foot; I Sued

Before the wedding, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Libby Henson, laughed as she backed up her car and rolled it right over my foot.

Before I could even say a word, my boyfriend Alfred Sawyer forgave her on my behalf: It's fine, it's fine, she can just rub on some pain-relief cream and she'll be okay.

Then he pulled open the car door and said with a doting look on his face, "Get inwhat kind of driving is that? I'll take you home."

Libby got out and moved to the passenger seat, and Alfred slid straight into the driver's seat.

Seeing that I was still standing there, Alfred said irritably, "What are you still standing around for? Just grab a cab and head home first."

Then he drove off. I watched the car shrink into the distance, and I dialed the police.

"Hello, I've been run over by a car, and the driver has fled the scene. The license plate number is..."

...

After calling the police, I called an ambulance myself to get to the hospital.

But the next second.

My phone rang. It was Alfred.

The moment the call connected, a torrent of abuse came pouring out from the other end:

"Carrie Winfield, you called the police? Are you out of your mind?"

"It was just your foot getting run over a little. Do you have to blow it so far out of proportion?"

"Because of you, Libby's been hauled off by the police!"

"You have to think about the consequences of what you do. With you making a scene like this, are we still getting married tomorrow or not?"

I looked down at my left foot, now swollen and red beyond recognition:

"Then let's not get married."

Alfred froze for a moment, and when he spoke again there was a hint of shock in his voice:

"What did you say?"

But as if he'd suddenly realized something, Alfred's voice came back through the phone, more impatient than ever:

"Carrie Winfield, if you're going to make a fuss, at least show some restraint, okay?"

"How dare you joke about the wedding?"

"My family's always looked down on you, and it took everything I had to talk them around. Now you're the one throwing an unreasonable tantrum with me?"

"Alright, enough is enough. You write up a signed release waiving charges, I'll go bring Libby back, and then you'll apologize to her properly, and the wedding can go ahead tomorrow."

"Libby's never had to suffer like this. I'm coming to get you right now, and we'll go to the police department together."

He didn't even wait for me to say anything else before the call cut off instantly, leaving nothing but silence.

Staring at the ended call, I didn't hesitateI opened my email and replied to that message:

"Carrie Winfield agrees to return to the project."

But barely fifteen minutes later.

Alfred called again, and the instant the call connected, his furious voice came through:

"Where are you?"

"Didn't I say I'd come back to get you and take you to the police department?"

I said softly:

"The hospital."

"Fractured left foot."

The man on the other end seemed even angrier:

"Carrie Winfield, are you never going to let this go?"

"I'll say it one more timeif you keep making a scene like this, we're not getting married tomorrow!"

"And I'll say it one more time too. We're canceling the wedding."

That said.

Before he could even speak again, I hung up on him first.

I opened the family and friends group chat and sent a message:

"The wedding is canceled. None of you need to come tomorrow."

The next second.

The door to the ward was pushed open. It was my mother.

She came forward, her face full of heartache:

"How did this happen?"

"Why was the wedding canceled?"

My mother's phone rang.

Out of habit, she casually pressed the speakerphone button, and a voice came through at once:

"You're Carrie Winfield's mother, aren't you?"

"What kind of upbringing did you give your daughter? It was just her foot getting run over a little. Is your whole family this delicate?"

"What's your family playing at? Trying to get a grip on us before she's even married in? Take a look in the mirror and see what you are! You think you're fit to make trouble with us?"

"You tell Carrie Winfield to produce a signed release waiving charges right this instant and go to the police department in person to bring Libby back, or I won't let them hold the wedding!"

My mother stood there, frozen.

The ward fell silent in an instant.

I stepped forward, snatched the phone away, and said calmly:

"I will not be producing any release."

Before the other end could say another word, I hung up first.

Seeing that I kept staring at my phone, my mother stood up, reached down to tug at her washed-out, faded clothes, and said softly:

"I've got something to take care of. I'll step out for a bit."

But not long after she left, I got another message from Alfred:

"What's this supposed to mean?"

"Isn't making trouble on your own enough?"

"Now you've got your mother in on it too?"

In the video.

My mother stood before Alfred, her eyes red, her voice trembling as she spokebut her words were a demand for justice on my behalf:

"Carrie is my precious daughter. Our family may not be well-off, but I will never let you people bully her!"

Looking at my mother's determined face on the video, my eyes finally welled up.

I hailed a cab and headed over, meaning to take her home first.

But the moment I arrived, Alfred grabbed hold of me:

"So you finally decided to show up? Playing hard to get with me?"

I shook his hand off:

"You're overthinking it."

As I helped my mother away, Alfred seized me again, seemingly forcing his emotions down:

"That's enough already."

"My patience has its limits too."

"Come to the police department with me right now, sign a release waiving charges, and get Libby out!"

I threw him off hard again, helped my mother into the car, then turned to look at Alfred and said, one word at a time:

"I will never forgive Libby Henson."

But the next second.

Alfred yanked me hard, and I stumbled, my body pitching backward out of my control.

I crashed hard to the ground.

The pain in my left foot instantly spread through every limb and bone.

Seeing this.

My mother struggled out of the car and came forward to help me.

But the next second.

With a single look from Alfred, the group of men moved in and blocked my mother's way.

Alfred stepped forward, crouched down, and met my eyes.

There was a note that left no room for argument when he spoke:

"Come to the police department with me now, and I can pretend none of this ever happened."

I turned my face away.

But the pain in my left foot finally brought tears to my eyes.

Seeing this.

My mother, eyes red, stepped forward, trying to rush to my side.

But Alfred's men reached out and stopped her.

One of them threw out an arm.

The next second.

My mother clutched her chest, gasping for breath, her body slumping backward out of control.

"Mom!"

I went wild trying to get to her.

Alfred simply reached out to hold me back, pointed at my mother lying on the ground, and said in a low voice:

"Sign the release, and I'll take you both to the hospital."

"You..."

But the next second.

Alfred's phone rang.

He hung up, and he was in such a rush he didn't even spare me another glance, just hurried off outside with a tense look on his face.

I scrambled over, helped my mother up, and quickly called 911.

But the doctor said my mother's condition was critical and she needed surgery immediately.

Tears in my eyes, I nodded again and again:

"Okay, okay, do the surgery then."

"Let's go pay first, then."

But when I took out my phone to pay, I found every bank card in my name had been frozen.

The people behind me started pressing me.

And just then.

My phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Alfred.

The instant the call connected, Alfred launched straight into a tirade:

"Carrie Winfield, do you have any idea that Libby cried because of you!"

"When has Libby ever suffered like this?"

"I've frozen every card in your name. You should pay the price for everything you've done! Libby is not someone you can just mess with!"

"Doesn't your mother need money for surgery? You've only got one option now: I'll give you a settlement, and you sign the release. Otherwise, I don't mind having your mother thrown out of the hospital."

"You have one minute to decide."

The people behind me were still pressing me, and my mother was still waiting for surgery.

There was no time left.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, tears sliding from the corners of my eyes:

"Fine."

"But I want ten million in compensation."

Alfred's voice came back at once from the other end:

"Fine."

I froze.

Suddenly all the money Alfred had spent on me over the years flashed through my mind.

The most expensive gift he ever gave me was a bottle of cheap discount-store lipstick.

But for Libby, he wouldn't so much as blink at ten million.

The doctor said that fortunately my mother's surgery had been done in time, and it had gone very well.

I sat blankly in front of my mother's hospital bed.

Someone pushed open the door to the ward and came in. It was my good friend, Georgina.

Georgina held her phone up in front of my face, her voice full of anger as she spoke:

"What is Alfred playing at? His mother-in-law is having surgery, something this serious, and he doesn't comehe's off drinking at a bar instead?"

I raised my hand.

I tapped into the video.

In the video.

Alfred had Libby wrapped in his arms, his eyes full of a tenderness I had never seen before.

He grabbed the liquor in front of him and drank it straight from the bottle in one gulp:

"Libby, I'm sorry. I promised I'd protect you, and this time it's my fault."

Then.

Alfred picked up the documents beside him and held them out to Libby:

"Thirty percent of the company's sharesthis is my compensation to you. How about it? Feel any happier? In a better mood now?"

I stared silently at the documents in Alfred's hand.

Alfred hadn't always been this rich. He'd come all the way up from a rented room, and I was at his side through all of it.

He said he wanted to start a company, so I quietly stood by him.

He said he needed to work the social circuit to land projects, but his stomach was bad, so I went with him to one function after another, drinking glass after glass for him.

When a rival company smeared him, it was me who found every way I could to gather evidence and demand justice for him.

Not long ago, I mentioned wanting to work at the company, and he refused without a second word.

But now.

With a wave of his hand, he was giving thirty percent of the shares to Libby.

The company had grown into an industry leader.

Yet I, the one who'd walked the whole road with him, seemed to have been left behind.

At the end of the video, Libby choked out:

"I just can't understand... why Carrie would treat me like this..."

"Alfred, don't worry about me, you should head back. After all, tomorrow is still your wedding with Carrie, and I don't want to be the reason things go wrong for you two."

And Alfred said without hesitation:

"I won't be showing up tomorrow. Carrie has to pay the price for what she did."

"This time Carrie really did go too far."

"Libby, don't worry, I'll make Carrie apologize to you in person."

I turned off the video, looked up at my friend, and said quietly:

"Georgina, from today on, Alfred and I have nothing to do with each other anymore."

That night.

When Alfred came stumbling drunk through the front door, he called out to me on instinct, the way he had countless times before:

"Carrie, get me a glass of honey water..."

But all that answered him was a room full of silence.

Alfred sobered up a little.

He sat on the sofa, staring at the open wedding album, at the photos where I smiled with a look of pure happiness.

Alfred reached out and picked up the album, his fingers coming to rest on my picture.

He couldn't help frowning.

Carrie really went too far today. How could she act so recklessly, just because she was about to marry him?

Not even married yet, and she already dared to hurt the person who mattered most to him.

He made up his mind.

This time, he was going to make Carrie learn her lesson for good!

Thinking about this.

Alfred took out his phone and sent a message to his friend group chat:

"I'll say it one more time. Tomorrow's weddingnone of you go."

"Let Carrie make a fool of herself all on her own!"

The group chat instantly lit up:

"No problem, Alfred!"

"That's our Alfredyou sure know how to keep a woman in line!"

"This'll teach Carrie a lesson too. Otherwise she'll start climbing all over Alfred one day!"

Alfred leaned back on the couch, and the anger inside him eased a little.

He could already picture Carrie in her wedding dress, standing at the door, looking around anxiously with panic all over her face.

Thinking of this.

He took out his phone and called Libby, saying with a smile:

"Haven't you been wanting to see that new movie? I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

"It's been a while since I bought you a bag. We'll do some shopping while we're at it."

Libby, on the other end of the line, was delighted at first, but the next second she hesitated:

"But isn't your wedding tomorrow? This isn't it a bad idea? Don't let me be the reason things go wrong between you and Carrie."

"Nothing wrong with it. It's settled."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Mom had woken up.

She looked at me, and her eyes couldn't help but redden.

"Carrie, you've suffered so much"

I reached out and took her hand, smiling to reassure her.

"It's all in the past."

"Mom, let's leave."

"I've already booked the tickets. We leave tomorrow."

Early the next morning.

Alfred, for once, woke up very early.

He'd agreed to shop and see a movie with Libby, so all he needed was casual clothes.

But for some reason he still changed into a suita white one.

Carrie's favorite color.

Before setting out to pick up Libby, he even made a point of turning his phone ringer up to maximum.

He even stood at Libby's doorstep and deliberately called out:

"Libby, are you ready? I'm here to take you to the movies."

As he said this.

His eyes stayed fixed on the door across from Libby's.

That was the house where Mom and I lived.

But it stayed completely quiet over there. No one came out, and there wasn't a single sound.

The door in front of him suddenly opened, and Libby stepped out with her makeup done perfectly.

She grabbed Alfred's arm and said with a smile:

"I'm ready, let's go."

"Sure, let's go see the movie now," Alfred said loudly.

But the only thing that answered him.

Was Libby's laughter.

For some reason, Alfred felt a stir of irritation.

He hadn't expected Carrie to be able to endure this much.

He wanted to see just how long Carrie could hold out!

During the movie.

Libby watched intently, but Alfred kept glancing at his phone.

Quiet.

Not a single person reached out to him.

"Alfred, look over here."

Alfred looked up, and the next second Libby leaned in and kissed the side of his face.

Alfred froze for a moment, then casually took out his phone and snapped a picture of the moment.

Alfred opened his social media feed and casually posted the photo he'd just taken, with the caption:

"With her."

In an instant.

The comment section nearly exploded.

"!"

"The couple I've been shipping is finally real."

"Are they together now?"

"They're finally together!"

But Carrie had no reaction at all. Against his expectations, there was no comment, no call demanding an explanation.

He hadn't expected it.

This time, Carrie was surprisingly able to hold back.

Finally.

He opened the chat window with Carrie and slowly typed:

"Stop pretending."

"If you apologize now, I can let bygones be bygones, and the wedding can go on."

But at this moment.

Mom and I had already boarded the plane.