The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows across the city. It was a soft, hazy light that seemed to be pulling me into some sort of quiet finality. I stood on the balcony of my apartment, looking out at the skyline, but my eyes were unfocused. It wasn’t the view that held my attention, it was the space I was in. Physically, emotionally.I had spent so many years trying to break free, trying to escape from the prison I had built for myself, constructed out of fear, anger, manipulation, and guilt. It wasn’t a visible prison, like bars or chains. No. It was more insidious than that. It was inside my head, tangled up in my thoughts, my decisions. It was the way Aiden had twisted my life into something unrecognizable, the way Dylan had kept me tethered to that twisted bond between them. And for a long time, I’d let them do it.But now… now I stood here, on the edge of something new.I felt the weight of everything that had happened, the fall, the lies, the betrayals, and yet, ther
I hadn’t seen ma'am Victoria since the divorce was finalized.She hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. No thin-lipped voicemails pretending to care. Not even a passive-aggressive email cloaked in civility.Which made her sudden invitation to “discuss the estate” feel less like a white flag and more like a chess move.Her penthouse hadn’t changed. Cold floors. Cold colors. Cold air that smelled like overripe lilies and money. Everything was polished to perfection, but none of it ever felt alive.Just like her.She sat at the end of the long dining table, sipping from a teacup like this was just another Tuesday brunch.Her gray silk blouse was wrinkle-free, her nails perfect, her eyes sharp as ever.“Caitlin,” she said, as if my name didn’t taste like betrayal in her mouth.“Yes.”No hug. No warmth. Just two women across a battlefield of hardwood and porcelain."This new face fits you quite alright."I didn’t sit yet. I walked slowly to the massive window behind her, staring down at the glitte
The courthouse was colder than I expected. Not in temperature, though the marble floors and high ceilings didn’t help, but in atmosphere. People moved like shadows, briefcases clutched, eyes blank. Just another divorce. Just another headline.But not to me.The judge's gavel struck once, sharp and hollow.It was done.My name...Caitlin Gallagher...was officially gone. Erased like it never existed. The new name I’d chosen sat inked on the final line of the decree, foreign and unfamiliar. A name I’d once whispered to myself in dreams of freedom. Now it belonged to me.I left the courthouse alone. No reporters. No Dylan. No Aiden. No Sophia. Just me and the wind that tugged at my coat as I walked into the light of a world I’d never truly belonged to before.That night, I visited my father.Yes, I had a sick father, remember?He was thinner now, frailer. The nurse said he had good and bad days. I didn’t know which one this would be.He sat in his chair, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes fol
Dylan was already kneeling beside him, his hands shaking as he checked for signs of life. He didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my frantic stare. He just pressed his hands against Aiden’s neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. But even as he worked, I saw the fear in his eyes, the fear that what had just happened was far worse than any of us had anticipated.Sophia still in her dazed state, regained consciousness and quickly called for help.*The paramedics arrived quickly, though it felt like an eternity. They moved Aiden onto a stretcher, their hands steady, but I could see the tension in their movements. They’d seen this before. They knew what was coming.As they wheeled him out, I caught a glimpse of his face, now pale and twisted in pain. His eyes were barely open, but I saw the terror in them, the stark realization that his entire world had just come crashing down.*Hours later, I found myself sitting in the sterile waiting room of the hospital, the fluorescent lights a
I turned slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, every instinct telling me to run. But there was nowhere to go.Standing in the dim light of the warehouse, his silhouette cast long shadows across the concrete floor, was Aiden.It couldn’t be. I had just convinced myself he was still a ghost, some haunting presence lingering in the background of my life. But here he was, alive and real, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.“You didn’t think you could just walk away, did you, Caitlin?” His voice was smooth, almost too calm, as if he had all the time in the world. As if I were nothing more than a nuisance to be dealt with.I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath. I felt the weight of every moment that led me here, every decision that had brought me to this very point. Was this the reckoning I had been bracing for?Sophia stepped forward, her hand subtly shifting toward the weapon hidden beneath her jacket. “What the hell
The room felt smaller than it had moments before. Dylan's presence made it hard to focus. His voice echoed in my mind, that chilling reminder that Aiden was closer than I had realized. He always had a way of making me feel small, insignificant, like a pawn on a board I didn’t understand.I couldn’t look at Dylan without seeing my past, the mistakes, the lies, and the things I’d never been able to undo. The last time I’d seen him, everything had fallen apart. Now, he was back, playing a role in this twisted game of survival, and I wasn’t sure if I could trust him.Sophia stood near the entrance, her back to the door, eyes scanning the room. The silence felt like a heavy weight. She didn’t trust Dylan, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He wasn’t here because of loyalty. He was here because he had his own reasons, just like everyone else in this world."So, what now?" I finally asked, my voice thick with the unease gnawing at me.Dylan’s eyes were on me again, and for a moment, I thought