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Chapter 32

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-15 16:11:22

ELISHA’S POV

Walking away from Anthony that night felt terrifying.

And so… freeing.

I could feel my chest lift, my shoulders dropping their burden, like I’d shed my heavy, greying old skin. I walked through the house—his house no longer—and stepped out the grand double-height doors into crisp evening sunlight.

Freedom never tasted this sweet.

Bubblegum whimpered softly in her carrier beside me as I slid into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. The engine’s hum was the first sound of my escape. I pulled out of the driveway, past manicured hedges and the silent windows of a home that no longer held me. Then I headed back to my own—my sanctuary.

The apartment I’d bought years ago was waiting. It was small—two bedrooms, modest, quiet—but it had become my refuge. I had bought it with the money from a secret sale I made when I was sixteen: a diamond watch my Dad gifted me on my birthday.

I don’t know if he’d noticed… he probably wouldn’t have allowed me to have my own space if he kn
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