Chapter 2My Girlfriend Broke My Hands to Help Her Childhood Crush Win

But she already had the chair raised high.

The sound of it crashing down on my hands made the room spin.

“AHHHH!” I screamed, the pain exploding through me like fire.

Blood and mangled flesh smeared the floor as I stared at my ruined fingers.

It was over.

Everything—my hands, my mother’s dream—shattered in an instant.

Tears streamed down my face as I sat in shock.

Sienna knelt beside me, pulling me into her arms.

But her voice was cold, devoid of warmth. “I’m sorry, Caleb. Forgive me just this once.”

Her words cut deeper than the pain.

“I know this isn’t fair,” she added, her tone trembling slightly. “But Ashton’s mom died saving me. I have to do this for him. Once he’s in the orchestra, I’ll have repaid that debt.”

“Debt?” I repeated bitterly, forcing out a laugh. “So your way of repaying it is by destroying me?”

Summoning every ounce of strength, I shoved her away.

Holding up my bloody hands, I glared at her with unrestrained hatred.

“Do you even know how hard I worked for tomorrow? What this meant to me?” I shouted, tears and fury mingling.

For a moment, guilt flashed across her face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

“Enough, Caleb!” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Ashton’s dream has always been to join the orchestra. It was his mother’s dying wish!”

At that moment, I knew I was done.

I laughed bitterly. “And that justifies ruining my life?”

Sienna shrugged, her tone dismissive. “Don’t be so dramatic, Caleb. I’ll take care of you. Once Ashton is in the orchestra, you’ll marry into the Hartwell family and never have to worry about money again.”

Her words turned my stomach.

I took a deep breath, my voice calm but cutting. “Let me make something clear: I don’t want your so-called compensation. We’re done. I’m breaking up with you.”

Her face twisted with disbelief and fury. “You can’t be serious!”

Her anger bubbled over, her voice rising. “If you say that again, I’ll make you regret it!”

Then she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Alone on the cold floor, I wept.