Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Get Out Raegan looked at Lauren with disdain and said, "Let me be clear,
Lauren.

I have no interest in Mitchel.

He's nothing but garbage to me.

Why are you acting so proud?" Lauren, far from being upset, felt a sense of
satisfaction.

"Just go ahead.

Lash out at me!" she muttered to herself.

She was convinced Mitchel wouldn't want to stay with someone like Raegan after
hearing these words.

Perhaps a divorce was imminent.

Continuing her tirade, Raegan sneered, “If you're so keen on picking up my
leftovers, be my guest.

By the way, I hope you two, a bitch and a bastard, find happiness together." At
these words, Mitchel standing behind them

stopped in his tracks, his expression turning dark.

Bastard? Since when had Raegan become so sharp- tongued? Lauren, now
genuinely furious, retorted, "Who are you calling a

bitch?" "Oh, how could I forget? You're the mistress here,” Raegan quipped,
leaving Lauren both mortified and irate.

Raegan, with a mocking smile, added, "Don't delude yourself.

Even if you succeed, you'll always be the mistress.

That label will haunt you forever, so you better stay in line and not cross me
again.” Lauren's face clouded over upon hearing

these words.

While Mitchel seemed calm, she was pissed off first.

But she suppressed her fury, thinking that tolerating this would help her marry
Mitchel.

Faced with Raegan’s menacing tone, Lauren played the victim.

"What are you implying? Is this a threat?" "Yes, I am threatening you,” Raegan
admitted unapologetically.

"I've lost everything.

You think I'm afraid of you now?" Lauren inwardly rejoiced.

This was exactly what she wanted, for Mitchel to witness Raegan's malicious
nature.

It was perfect timing for Mitchel to step in.

Pretending to notice Mitchel just then, Lauren burst into tears and, with a
quivering voice, implored, "Mitchel, please help me...”

Raegan's smirk widened upon seeing Lauren's facade change.

Did Lauren think she hadn't noticed Mitchel's arrival? She was fully aware.

Her words were deliberate.

If those words could hasten their divorce, she was willing to say even more. If
once wasn't enough, then she'd do it five times over. Without hesitation, she
grabbed Lauren's hair and slapped her, fueling the drama. Raegan knew
Lauren's plan was to have Mitchel witness her seeming madness. So be it. She
would fully embrace the role. Raegan stooped to gather the shattered fragments
of a cup from the floor, pressing them menacingly against Lauren's cheek. With a
sneer, she taunted, “Who do you think will come to your rescue? How would you
feel if I slashed your face?” Fear gripped Lauren instantly. She couldn't fathom
Raegan's sudden madness. Why did Raegan remain enraged even after knowing
Mitchel’s arrival? Terrified of her face being marred, Lauren broke down, sobbing,
"Mitchel... Help me...

Help..." Suddenly, a figure dashed from behind, seizing the broken glass from
Raegan's grip, yanking her away. Unexpectedly, Raegan's body was alarmingly
light, like a sheet of paper, causing her to crash to the bedside table. Instantly,
her delicate face throbbed with pain, her face beading with cold sweat. Mitchel's
expression shifted to concern. Squatting beside Raegan, he anxiously offered his
hand, asking, "Are you hurt?" The next moment, his hand was abruptly swatted
away. "Fuck off!" Raegan's pale face contorted with evident disgust.

Mitchel's hand hovered, suspended in mid-air, his expression turning somber.
Suddenly, he felt arms encircle him from behind.

Lauren, finding her savior, clung to Mitchel, quivering.

Her fear rendered her speech disjointed.

"Mitchel, Raegan has lost her mind.

She crushed my knees...

The pain is unbearable.

Please, help me.

She's deranged.

She might kill me..." A nurse entered, visibly shocked at the room's chaos.

She quickly helped Raegan onto the bed.

The wound on Raegan’s ear, aggravated by Lauren's earlier assault, started
bleeding anew, but Raegan seemed detached, her gaze icy as she observed
their interaction, her eyes brimming with scorn. Mitchel assisted a still-crying,
trembling Lauren into a wheelchair.

Lauren's hands clung to his as if anchored by sheer terror. Her ability to feign
distress was remarkable. Previously, Raegan would have frantically offered
explanations, fearing misinterpretation. But now, Raegan was devoid of emotion.
Her only desire was a swift divorce, to distance herself from this disgusting man
and woman and never encounter them again. Though held by Lauren, Mitchel's
gaze lingered on Raegan, his concerns evident.

He instructed the nurse, "Get the doctor, quickly!" Lauren, mistaking his concerns
for her injuries, clutched his hands tighter, her

voice shaking.

"I don't want to stay here, Mitchel.

Raegan is unhinged.

I'm terrified.

Please, take me away...” With a sneer, Raegan warned, "Yeah, Mr.

Dixon, escort your beloved to the doctor, or else I fear I may end up taking her
life.

Imagine the anguish you'll feel then.” Mitchel's brow furrowed.

He gently pushed Lauren aside and stepped toward Raegan, hand outstretched
in an attempt to clarify, "Raegan, you've got it all

wrong, I didn't...” "Mitchel!" Suddenly, Lauren clutched at his sleeve, her voice
laced with panic.

"Be careful.

Raegan has lost her mind.

She blames us for her miscarriage and wants us dead because you saved me.
Please, don't approach her..." Mentioning the miscarriage was like poking a bear
for Raegan, yet Lauren deliberately did so,

prodding at her sorest spot.

Mitchel couldn't silence Lauren in time.

"Fuck off! Get lost!" Raegan's cry was a blend of cold fury and deep sorrow, her
eyes, glistening with unshed tears, bore into

them with intense hatred.

Seeing that Mitchel stood still, Raegan seized a crystal decoration from the
bedside table and hurled it at him.

Boom! It collided with Mitchel's chest with a dull thud, leaving his complexion
ashen.

"Help! Someone, help!" Lauren's scream was frantic, echoing her fear of Raegan.
As the doctor rushed in, a still-shaking Lauren shouted, "Doctor, look at her.
Isn't she insane? Shouldn't she be in a psychiatric ward? She's trying to kill us..."
"Shut up!" Mitchel's interruption was icy and

abrupt.

He then ushered Lauren out of the room, showing a semblance of care.

Once back to Lauren's ward, Mitchel, with hands in his pockets, turned to Lauren
and inquired, "What exactly did you say to

Raegan?"