For five years, I lived tied to Keith. No vows before an altar, no exchange of rings, no wedding march echoing in a church—just a marriage paper he said he had filed, tucked away somewhere I never even saw. I told myself it was enough. That love wasn’t measured by ceremonies or flowers, but by the life we built together.
I sacrificed dreams of a wedding, of walking down an aisle, of being celebrated as someone’s wife. I swallowed the loneliness each anniversary when he never so much as gave me flowers. I convinced myself patience would be rewarded one day. That Keith would keep his promise.
That day seemed to come when a package was delivered to our doorstep. I opened it to find a gown—my gown. The one I had once designed myself years ago, the very image of my dream dress. The lace traced every curve I wanted, the fabric was soft, shimmering, and even the size was mine.
Tears filled my eyes as I pressed the fabric to my chest. My hands shook as I slipped it on, staring at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman smiling back. For the first time in years, I felt beautiful. Chosen. Loved.
Then Keith arrived.
“Keith,” I gasped, twirling toward him, my heart bursting with hope. “Oh God… are we getting married now? Why didn’t you tell me? Is this your surprise?”
But instead of joy, his face twisted with fury.
“What the hell are you wearing?” His voice was sharp, dangerous.
I blinked, confused. “The gown… isn’t it for me? You promised me, Keith. You promised a wedding.”
“Take it off,” he barked.
I froze. “What? Keith, I don’t understand—”
“Of course it’s not for you!” His laugh was cruel, scornful. “Why would we get married again when we already are? Ceremonies are useless. They don’t matter.” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “Remove it now. That gown belongs to someone else.”
My chest tightened. “Someone else? Who?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “It’s business. Something you wouldn’t understand. So stop pretending you’re more than what you are.” His lips curled. “Why don’t you just scrap the floors instead? That’s what you’re good at.”
The words cut deeper than any blade.
I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “No. This was supposed to be mine—”
His patience snapped. He grabbed me roughly, tearing the gown from my body. The fabric ripped against my skin until I stood trembling, naked, humiliated, stripped of every shred of dignity. His eyes, full of disgust, told me exactly what I meant to him. Nothing.
That night, I cried myself to sleep, my arms wrapped around my body as if I could shield myself from the truth: I was never his dream.
The next morning was our anniversary. Keith didn’t mention it, didn’t care. But I told myself I would celebrate… for me. At least I wanted something to hold onto—a copy of our marriage certificate. Proof that what I had endured, what I had sacrificed, meant something.
But at the civil office, the clerk frowned. “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s no record of your marriage.”
My stomach dropped. “No, that can’t be. Please check again. Keith Evans and Caroline Hayes. Five years ago.”
She typed again, then looked at me with pity. “There’s nothing. No registration. You and Mr. Evans… were never married.”
The words slammed into me like a blow. My knees weakened. “No… that’s impossible. I’ve lived with him, worn his name, been his wife for five years—”
But there was nothing. No record. No marriage. Was this the reason why he never want to publicize our marriage, rather than protect me?
I stumbled outside in a daze, my mind blank, my heart breaking into pieces too small to gather. For five years, I had been living a lie.
I walked aimlessly, tears blurring my vision, until I stopped in front of a church. Laughter and music spilled from its doors. A wedding. My chest constricted as I turned—then froze.
Keith. He stood on the steps, his arm wrapped around a woman in white. My breath hitched when I saw her face.
“Cara…”
My sister. The sister who had vanished five years ago after running away with our family’s money, leaving me to pick up the ruins. The sister whose absence had forced me into Keith’s arms, into a marriage I thought was real.
Now she stood there, radiant in the gown I had worn the night before.
“I can’t believe we just got married,” Cara laughed breathlessly, clutching Keith’s arm. Then her voice lowered, trembling. “But… what about Caroline? What if she finds out? She’ll kill me.”
Keith smirked, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Caroline? You know we were never married. She was just convenient when you left. You’re the one for me, Cara. Always.”
I staggered back, the air ripped from my lungs.
And then I saw them. Two familiar faces. My brothers—Leon and Martin.
“Brother,” Cara said nervously, “are you sure? You really accept me after what I did?”
Leon smiled warmly. “Of course. You’re our sister. You told the truth. You repented.”
“But what about Caroline?” Cara whispered. “I’m scared of her.”
Martin scoffed. “Don’t worry. We’ll protect you. She’s always been the bad sister. We only tolerated her because Father gave her the inheritance when it should’ve been ours. Who knows what trick she pulled to make him do that. But once we take it back…” His smile turned cruel. “…we’ll dispose of her.”
They all laughed.
The sound shattered me.
My husband. My sister. My brothers. All of them together, betraying me.
The world spun. My vision blurred as I turned and ran, tears burning down my cheeks. I didn’t see where I was going, didn’t care. My chest heaved with sobs as I stumbled blindly forward.
Until my foot slipped.
The icy grip of water swallowed me whole.
The river dragged me under, darkness crashing in.
And then—nothing.
The world came back to me in fragments—white light above my eyelids, the distant beeping of a monitor, the sting of needles in my arm. My whole body trembled, burning with fever one moment, frozen the next, like I had been pulled back from death only halfway.
When I tried to move, a hand pressed gently against mine.
“Don’t,” a voice said. “Don’t move yet.”
Keith.
My heart stuttered. For a brief, disorienting second, I almost forgot. I almost remembered the Keith who once held me close during storms, who once whispered that I was his only love, who once made me believe in forever. For a moment, I almost leaned into the warmth of his palm.
But then reality crashed back. The church steps. The gown. Cara. My brothers’ laughter.
The betrayal.
I yanked my hand away as though his touch burned me. “Don’t touch me.”
He blinked, hurt flickering in his eyes, then annoyance taking its place. “Caroline, what’s wrong? Is this about what happened? Because I was late? Because I didn’t pull you out in time?”
“Late?” My voice cracked with fury, though it trembled with weakness. “Leave me alone, Keith. I don’t want to see you.”
His jaw tightened. “God, you’re so stubborn. Who’s stupid enough to slip and fall into a river, Caroline? You think I wanted that? I was the one who called the rescuers, the one who told them not to stop searching until they found you. And this is how you thank me? By glaring at me like I’m your enemy?”
I laughed bitterly, though the sound came out broken. “Enemy? Do you really want me to remind you why?”
Before I could say more, the door opened.
“Caroline!” A too-bright, too-familiar voice rang out. Cara swept into the room, her gown replaced by soft pastels, her eyes brimming with mock-concern. “Sister, oh God, you scared us. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
I stiffened, bile rising in my throat. My hands curled into fists against the sheets. Then, without thinking, I shoved her back as she reached for me.
The door banged open again—Leon and Martin storming in.
“What the hell are you doing?” Leon barked, rushing to steady Cara. “She was trying to help you!”
“Help me?” I spat, my voice shaking. “You call this help? She ruined our family! She ran away with Father’s money—do you even remember that? Father died because of her!” My chest heaved as my eyes flicked toward Keith. “And because of her, I was forced into this farce of a marriage.”
Keith’s eyes narrowed, his voice cold. “So you regret marrying me. That’s what you’re saying? Don’t worry, Caroline, I regret it too. I should have married Cara from the beginning.” His lip curled. “At least she’s grateful. Not like you.”
My chest constricted. The words sliced deeper than any knife.
Leon stepped closer, his eyes sharp. “Keith’s right. You’re ungrateful. You think we don’t know what you did? You threatened Father, forced him to give you everything… so we’re left with nothing. You don’t even want us to give our shares until now!”
Martin nodded, sneering. “If you ask me, you framed Cara so she had no choice but to run away. I’m pretty sure you did that. You’ve always been selfish, Caroline. Father must have pitied you. That’s the only reason he gave you the inheritance.”
A bitter laugh tore from my throat. I couldn’t stop it. “Pity me? No. Now I understand. Father saw what I didn’t—he gave me everything because he knew you would squander it. You’ve proven him right. All of you.”
Keith’s face reddened. “What the hell does that mean?”
My lips trembled as I opened my mouth to answer—but suddenly, my stomach lurched. A sour wave rose up my throat. I clamped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late. I doubled over, vomiting violently, the room spinning as voices blurred around me.
Doctors rushed in, pushing Keith and my siblings aside. “Her hemoglobin is dangerously low. She’s anemic—she needs blood transfusion immediately.”
The words floated in and out, muffled by the ringing in my ears.
“But her type—” another nurse muttered. “We don’t have her blood type available right now.”
“I’ll do it,” Cara said quickly, stepping forward.
“No,” Keith snapped, grabbing her arm. “You’re fragile. You’ll get hurt. Let her wait. She deserves this. Maybe punishment is what she needs.”
The doctor turned, appalled. “She might not make it if she waits! Do you even understand what you’re saying?”
But Keith’s voice was ice. “Then let her wait.”
I stared at their faces—Keith’s coldness, Leon’s indifference, Martin’s sneer—and a hollow laugh echoed in my chest before the world went dark again.
When I opened my eyes, I thought I’d already died. But the smell of antiseptic told me otherwise. My body ached, but the sharp chill was gone, replaced by a dull heaviness.
“You’re awake,” a nurse said gently, checking the drip by my bedside. “Don’t worry. You’re stable now.”
My throat was raw. “Did… did someone give me blood?”
She smiled softly. “Yes. A donor came just in time. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t have made it.”
My breath caught. “Who?”
The nurse handed me a small slip of paper. “He didn’t leave his name. Only a number to call.”
My hands shook as I clutched the note. Whoever it was—he had saved me when the people I trusted most wanted me gone.
With trembling fingers, I dialed the number.
It rang once. Twice.
“Hello?” a deep, familiar voice answered.
I froze, my blood running cold. That voice… I knew it. Too well.
“H…hello? Who is this?” I whispered.
The man chuckled softly, darkly. “Still don’t recognize me? After all these years, Caroline?”
My stomach dropped.
“This is Steven.”
My mortal enemy in college. My rival. The man I once swore to hate for life—now the one who saved me.
“This is Steven.”
The name jolted through me like an electric current.
My grip tightened on the phone, my pulse pounding in my ears. Steven Jones. My mortal enemy in college. My rival.
The man who once swore he’d rather die than breathe the same air as me—now the one who had donated his blood to save me.
My lips trembled as I forced the words out. “Why? Why did you save me?”
A low chuckle echoed through the line, maddeningly calm. “You sound disappointed, Caroline. Would you rather be dead than owe me your life?”
I shut my eyes, memories surging. Late nights in the university library, him deliberately switching my books so I’d fail an exam. Debates in class where his voice would cut like a blade, always countering mine, always trying to prove I was beneath him. The endless competitions—who got higher marks, who aced the projects, who the professors favored. We hated each other with an almost theatrical passion.
And yet… he had saved me.
“What do you want, Steven?” I demanded, my voice cracking. “Men like you don’t do anything for free. What’s the price?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Marry me.”
The words stunned me into silence. Then, despite the heaviness in my chest, a bitter laugh broke free. “Marry you? You hate me. I hate you. Why would you even suggest something so ridiculous?”
“Because,” he said evenly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “I need a wife. You’re available. And as much as I hate to admit it, you’re not a bad choice.”
“Not a bad choice?” My laughter sharpened into hysteria. “That’s the most unromantic, insulting proposal I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“Good,” Steven replied, unbothered. “Because this isn’t about romance. This is about convenience. Business. Protection. You want out, don’t you? Out of that poisonous house, away from that husband who isn’t even really your husband? I can give you that. In return, you’ll be Mrs. Jones.”
If this had been any other day, any other version of my life, I would have thrown my phone across the room and never spoken to him again. But today… with betrayal cutting deeper than any wound, with my so-called family sharpening their knives behind my back… today, his words sounded less like madness and more like salvation.
I swallowed hard. “Fine. I’ll marry you. But you have to get me out of here within three days. I need time to settle things.”
“Three days,” he said. “Consider it done.”
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone, my breath coming in short bursts. Marrying Steven Jones—God, it was absurd. But better absurdity than death. Better a deal with the devil than chains around my neck.
Not even the whole day had passed, yet the silence was deafening. No one came. No one called. No flowers, no cards, no voices asking how I was. It was as if I had vanished from their world already, erased as easily as dust brushed off a table.
For five years I had lived for them, endured for them, sacrificed everything to hold our family together. And in the moment I lay broken and sick in a hospital bed, they couldn’t even spare a glance.
I realized then—I had no family left.
I discharged myself quietly while no one was watching.
On the ride home, I scrolled through social media—and froze. Post after post filled my feed: “Welcome back, Cara.”“Family always forgives.” Photos of my siblings embracing her, of Keith holding her hand as if she’d never left. Not a single mention of me. Not even my name. I had been erased.
My chest burned, but my fingers were steady as I dialed my attorney. “Transfer my entire inheritance to Steven Jones.”
There was a shocked silence. “Caroline… you can’t be serious. He’s your enemy.”
“Not anymore,” I said coldly. “I’m going to marry him. And the house I’m living in now—sell it at auction. Within three days.”
The lawyer stammered but finally nodded. “Understood.”
Before returning home, I stopped by a shop and bought a sturdy parcel box. Inside, I placed the marriage certificate of Keith and Cara, the fake wedding ring Keith had once given me, and a letter. A letter confessing that I knew everything. That their lies were not hidden anymore. I scheduled it for delivery in three days’ time.
When I finally stepped inside the house, the air was thick with the smell of liquor and stale smoke. Empty bottles littered the floor, confetti stuck to the furniture. A party—celebration for Cara, no doubt.
Leon spotted me first. “Caroline. Good. You’re back. Go clean this up, will you? You know Cara’s asthma. Dust triggers it.”
My lips curled. “Why would I? You made the mess. Clean it yourselves.”
Martin’s face darkened. “What did you say?”
“I said I’m not your maid.”
For a moment, silence hung thick. Then Martin’s expression twisted. He strode toward me, fists clenched, and shoved a paper into my hands. “Then sign this. Transfer all the inheritance to us. If you won’t act like family, then you’re nothing but a nuisance.”
I shook my head, the paper trembling between my fingers. “No. I won’t.”
The slap came so fast I barely saw it. My cheek burned, tears stinging my eyes.
Leon joined in—another blow, harder, sharper. I stumbled, but they didn’t stop. Again and again, until the room spun and my body screamed in pain.
Cara cried out, pretending to shield me. “Stop it, please! She’s weak, she’s sick!” But I saw the flicker in her eyes, the satisfaction behind her crocodile tears.
Then Keith’s hand clamped around mine, his grip iron as he shoved a pen between my fingers. “I should’ve done this long ago. You’re useless, Caroline. Useless in business, useless as a wife. Sign it.”
My head swam. Blood pounded in my ears. Somewhere, I thought of Steven’s voice, steady and cold. Three days.
The pen dragged across the paper as I scrawled my name, not from surrender, but from survival.
Keith smirked. “Good. Don’t worry—we’ll let you stay here. Just remember your place.”
I sank to the floor, my face swollen, my body trembling. My mind was blank—but one thought remained.
Just days. Days, and they’ll regret everything.
When I opened my eyes, the first face I saw wasn’t Keith’s, nor my brothers’, but Cara’s.
She sat at the edge of my bed, her hands folded neatly on her lap, wearing that same fake smile she always wore when she wanted to be believed.
“Shh,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead as if she were the gentle sister I never had. “Don’t move, Caroline. You’ve been through so much.”
For a moment, disorientation blurred reality. Fever still pulsed in my veins, weakness tugging at my limbs. But then I remembered. The river. The betrayal. Her laughter outside that church. And the sight of Keith’s hand in hers.
“I…” Her voice trembled, practiced, like a performance. “I’m sorry about everything. I didn’t mean it to turn out this way. I even told them to still give you some of the inheritance. If only you’d shared with us from the start, none of this would’ve happened.”
I couldn’t help it. A bitter, ugly laugh tore out of my throat, scraping my chest raw. “Stop pretending.” My lips curled into a sneer. “You think I’ll believe this sudden act of compassion? Go away, Cara. I’d rather choke on my own blood than listen to another one of your lies.”
Because I remembered. Back then, Cara had done everything she could to make Father hate me—spreading rumors, twisting my words, painting me as the selfish, ungrateful daughter. But Father had always been fair. He saw through her games, and no matter how hard she tried, he never turned his back on me.
It was Leon and Martin who had picked up her venom instead. They were the ones who resented me, who whispered that I didn’t deserve what Father gave. To them, the inheritance was proof of favoritism, proof that I had somehow stolen what should have been Cara’s. They hated me for it. Cara had made me their enemy, and they let her.
For a moment, her eyes narrowed, the mask slipping. Then, she chuckled. “Oh, sister. Always so cold. So bitter. Should I leave, then? Is that what you want?” Her tone shifted into a whisper meant to wound. “But I’m not leaving. I’m here now. Back where I belong. Keith has always been mine. You know that, don’t you?”
The words pierced me like knives. Of course, I knew. I had always known. They were lovers once, before she ran away with another man, abandoning Keith and the family.
“Then why did you leave him, huh?” I shot back, my voice sharp despite the weakness weighing me down. “Why run away with some man if Keith was truly yours? You cheated on him, Cara. And when that man cheated on you, you came crawling back. Don’t twist this to make yourself look like the victim.”
Her face flushed crimson with rage. With a snarl, she yanked a handful of my hair, jerking my head back until my scalp burned. The old me would’ve stayed silent, swallowed it, endured like I always had. But not this time. Something inside me snapped.
With all the strength I could muster, I shoved her. Hard.
Her body stumbled back, hitting the edge of the kitchen counter where a pot of boiling soup had been left. In a split second, it tipped. The scalding liquid poured down her side, splashing across her hip.
Cara screamed. A shrill, piercing sound that echoed through the walls.
Within moments, Keith and my brothers rushed in.
“What happened?” Keith shouted, rushing to Cara, who was writhing in pain. Leon and Martin immediately grabbed her, panicked, trying to soothe her while calling for a doctor.
“She pushed me!” Cara sobbed, her voice breaking. “She did this to me!”
Their eyes swung toward me, fury igniting like wildfire.
“You monster!” Leon bellowed.
“She’s your sister, and you’d do this?” Martin added, his face twisted in disgust.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Keith was already striding toward me, his face thunderous. “What did you do, Caroline?!”
“It was an accident!” I shouted back. “She pulled my hair, she attacked me—”
But before I could finish, he grabbed the same pot, still steaming with remnants of the soup, and flung it toward me. The boiling liquid splashed across my side, burning my skin. I screamed, the agony white-hot, blinding.
“Keith!” I sobbed, clutching at the searing pain on my body. But his eyes were filled with nothing but cold fury.
While Cara was carried away to the hospital, I was left writhing alone on the floor. My tears mixed with the sting of the burns, my voice hoarse from screaming. No one stayed for me. Not one hand reached out to help.
Hours later, when the pain dulled enough to move, I dragged myself up. My reflection in the mirror showed me blistered, red, and broken. But something in me hardened.
I wasn’t going to stay here. Not anymore.
The next day, with my wounds bandaged, I began packing my things. Clothes were shoved into bags, photographs ripped apart, memories burned in the fireplace until nothing but ash remained. Each flame devoured a piece of my past, and with every crackle, I felt lighter. Forgotten, yes. Betrayed, yes. But not destroyed.
The door slammed open. Keith stood there, his eyes wild with anger. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t even flinch. I held a box of belongings in my arms and met his gaze. “Nothing. Just burning things. After all, Cara is what you want, isn’t she? I’m nothing.”
His jaw clenched. “And why are you packing? Did I tell you to leave?”
I smiled, bitter and sharp. “I’m going on a vacation. Can’t I? Or do I need your permission even to breathe?”
“Don’t fool me,” Keith growled, stalking closer until his shadow swallowed the small space between us. His voice was sharp, his eyes colder than stone. “You don’t even have money! Is this because of some guy? Are you cheating on me, Caroline?”
“Don’t fool me,” Keith growled, stalking closer until his shadow swallowed the small space between us. His voice was sharp, his eyes colder than stone. “You don’t even have money! Is this because of some guy? Are you cheating on me, Caroline?”
A bitter laugh burst from my lips, jagged and humorless. “Me? Cheating?” My gaze locked on his, unflinching despite the tremor in my hands. “Tell me, Keith—was it me, or was it you? Did we even really get married, or was that just another one of your lies?”
His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. “You’re ridiculous. Always overthinking. Always imagining things.” He waved his hand as if swatting away a fly. “This is because I didn’t give you some useless ceremony, isn’t it? Fine then. If that’s what you want, we’ll have it. Happy now?”
My chest constricted at his words. A wedding, he said, as if it were a toy he could toss at me when I cried hard enough. As if five years of lies could be erased by empty promises. My smile faded. “Nothing. Never mind. Just go, Keith.”
I turned away, but his hand twitched at his side as though he wanted to strike me. My breath caught—then Cara’s voice sliced through the room.
“Keith!” She stood by the doorway, her eyes glittering with triumph. “We got approved for the cruise trip. We can leave tomorrow.” She clutched the paper like a prize, then turned to me, tilting her head with mock innocence.
“Oh, sorry, sister. We forgot about you. But then… you never liked cruises, right? Seasick and all that.” She giggled. “This is my birthday gift, after all. But maybe… maybe we could bring her along?”
“No.” Keith’s voice was sharp, final. He didn’t even look at me. “We don’t have room for her. She’ll stay here. And while you’re at it, Caroline, pack our things for tomorrow.”
His lips curved, but there was no kindness in the gesture. “We’ll buy you something special when we’re back.”
Cara smirked, her eyes locking with mine. “I hope not to see you again when we return.”
I forced a smile, though my chest ached. “Sure.”
She rolled her eyes as if my existence bored her. “You were never loved, Caroline. You know that, don’t you?”
The words cut, but I didn’t flinch. I had grown numb to the knife she wielded so effortlessly. Instead of answering, I bent down and began folding their clothes into the luggage, silent, mechanical, as if I were just another servant.
Before leaving, Keith ordered his men with a cold, clipped tone. “Make sure the house is guarded. She doesn’t leave. Take her cards. She won’t need them.”
I swallowed the humiliation as I handed over every card, watching my freedom disappear with them.
“And Caroline,” Martin’s voice followed as he walked in with Leon. They didn’t even look at me, only at the piles of documents spread across the table. “Make sure all the reports for the investors are ready when we’re back. You know what’s at stake. Don’t embarrass us.”
I nodded stiffly, my voice too brittle to form words. And then they all left—smiling, laughing, arm in arm. A perfect family, without me.
That was it—my role. Not a sister, not a wife, not a daughter. Just a tool to stand in front of investors, to carry the weight of Father’s name, because people trusted me for who raised me, not for who I was. The face they paraded when they needed credibility, the shield they hid behind whenever doubt arose.
But now… I would be gone.
And without me, their fragile empire would crumble.
The thought sent a bitter smile across my lips. They had used me, discarded me, betrayed me. If all I was to them was a mask, then I would tear that mask away. I would ruin them, the way they had ruined me.
When the last car engine faded, the house fell into silence. I stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by empty echoes, my chest hollow. Pulling out my phone, I typed quickly, my hands shaking.
Steven. I can’t leave. They’ve locked me down.
The message sent. But no reply came. Minutes bled into hours. My phone stayed silent.
Maybe he had forgotten. Maybe I was foolish for hoping.
By nightfall, I remained in my room, the air suffocating, the walls pressing close. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the window where the moonlight pooled in silver shadows. My body felt heavy, my heart heavier.
Then—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate.
My chest tightened. Not the guards—they never walked inside. Panic surged through me. I pushed to my feet, searching for anything to defend myself. The footsteps drew nearer, faster. I gripped the edge of a lamp, my pulse racing.
The door creaked open.
I ran.
I bolted through the hall, my bare feet slapping against the marble, breath tearing from my lungs. Shadows loomed on the walls. My mind screamed intruders. Danger. Capture.
A hand caught mine.
I screamed—until I heard his voice.
“There you go.” Steven’s smirk was sharp in the dim light, his grip steady as steel. “Ready?”
I froze, the relief so sudden it made me dizzy. “You—”
“No time.” He tugged me toward the back entrance. “Let’s go.”
I stumbled after him, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. His men moved like shadows, efficient, silent, clearing the way. Outside, a car waited, its engine humming softly.
Within minutes, we were in the air—Steven’s private jet slicing through the clouds.
I pressed my forehead against the window, the world below shrinking into patches of light. My chest ached, not from fear, but from something sharper—freedom.
Steven sat across from me, his eyes unreadable as he poured himself a drink. I fished my phone from my pocket. With trembling hands, I pulled out the SIM card and snapped it in half. I tossed it into the trash.
The sound of it breaking was small. But to me, it was everything.
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