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John's POV That line hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering my last glimmer of hope. I felt a chill running down my spine, chilling me to the core. Before I knew it, I vomited blood. Lyrique freaked out, shouting, "What the hell is wrong with you? I'm telling you, putting on an act won't change anything. Where are the guards? Get this guy out of here!" Daphne shot Lyrique a nasty glare. Before she could say anything, Derek rushed over and caught me before I fell flat. "John, are you alright? Alvin, get him to the hospital, now!" I turned my head, only to see him and saw him decked out in his groom's outfit. It made my blood boil even more, and I felt like I was about to shift any second. I was so enraged that I could barely get my words out through gritted teeth. After a long whi