Fairy tales didn’t exist.
Ray had always known that.
And yet, he had let himself believe.
Believe that after everything, he could finally have his happy ending. That Lily would come back, that they would put all the chaos behind them and just… be.
But four months had passed.
Four months, and she was nowhere to be found.
And in those four months, she had caused more destruction than she probably even realized.
The Anderson family was gone. The Manchester family had been silenced. The power structures that once dictated everything had crumbled beneath the weight of her actions.
And yet, the world had gone eerily quiet.
The media barely spoke about it. There were no reports, no scandalous headlines, no outrage.
It was as if the universe had conspired to erase all traces of her, making her untouchable. He couldn’t reach her. He couldn’t speak to her. He couldn’t even see her.
It was hell.
And the worst part?
It was starting to feel like the version of hell he had
