INICIAR SESIÓN“I love you, Eloise. I’ll never let you go. I can’t live without you.”Like a film reel slowly replaying in her mind, Eloise’s memories began to flicker back, one after another—familiar voices, warmth, laughter, pain. She whimpered softly in her unconscious state, tears escaping from the corners of her closed eyes. There was nothing but pain in her chest, and fear.Fear that she would never see Sebastian again. Pain because they had been torn apart.So when she finally woke up, she was already sobbing.“Sebastian! Where are you?!” she cried, panic lacing her trembling voice.She looked around frantically but found no one. She was alone, in a hospital room.Eloise quickly got up, ignoring the IV tube tugging painfully at her arm.“Sebastian! Where are you?!”Just as she was about to reach the door, it opened—slowly, almost dramatically—and standing there was the very man she’d been calling for.For a moment, her entire world stopped. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest.Now she u
Eloise lay curled up on the narrow bed, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. The pain in her abdomen had been throbbing for hours. It was sharp, relentless. She hadn’t eaten anything all day.Earlier, one of the staff had injected her with something “to calm her down,” and since then, she’d felt dizzy and weak. Now, she was terrified it might have harmed her baby.She had begged them—pleaded for someone to listen—but they all ignored her now.Her hope was fading fast.If Colette had told her the truth, then where was Sebastian?Why hadn’t he come for her? Why was she still trapped here, suffering?Moments later, the metal door creaked open. Eloise didn’t even bother to look—she’d learned that no one who entered her room ever listened.“You haven’t eaten,” a familiar voice said.Eloise froze. Slowly, she turned her head.“Ashton,” she whispered.He stood by the small table, setting down a paper bag with an infuriatingly casual smile.“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’ve just
“Sir, please! Let me out! I’m not crazy!” Eloise screamed, pounding her fists against the steel door of her room.Her voice echoed down the sterile corridor, but no one came. No one even looked her way. It was as if the walls themselves had gone deaf.After everything that happened, Ashton had brought her here—to a mental hospital.His reason? That it was “for her own good,” especially since she was pregnant.“Please! I’m begging you!” she cried, her voice cracking.Her strength finally gave out, and she sank to the cold floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. Anger burned through her exhaustion. How could Ashton do this to her?How could he lock her up in a place like this?Yes, she had memory gaps. Yes, she sometimes felt lost. But she wasn’t violent. She wasn’t insane. She was pregnant.He kept saying he was her husband—but after this, she didn’t believe a word he said.What kind of husband would lock up his pregnant wife in a psychiatric facility? None. Not a single sane one.He w
“What—what did you do, Lucille?! What did you do?!” Sebastian shouted, his voice raw and trembling.He struggled against the ropes binding him, veins straining on his arms as his eyes blazed with fury.Lucille only chuckled, tilting her head with that same wicked amusement.“I already told you, Sebastian. You’re mine. And I don’t care if you married her. You belong to me!”Sebastian shut his eyes tightly, forcing himself to stay calm even as his chest burned with rage. The thought—just the thought—that Lucille might have something to do with Eloise’s disappearance was enough to make him lose his mind.“Did… did you do it?” he asked, his voice breaking.Lucille rolled her eyes, standing to fetch another bottle of white wine. She poured herself a glass and took a slow sip before returning to her seat.“Is that a question… or an accusation? Because they sound the same to me,” she said with a smirk.“Fuck! Just tell me!” Sebastian roared, his patience gone.Lucille laughed—a sound so unhi
Sebastian slowly regained consciousness. His head throbbed, his body heavy as though weighed down by chains. He groaned, attempting to move—but his limbs wouldn’t respond. Panic started to build.“Are you awake?”The voice made him snap his eyes open.“Lucille? What happened?” he asked, disoriented.Lucille smiled faintly. It wasn’t a warm smile—it was the kind that made his stomach twist.Sebastian’s brow furrowed deeper when he realized his wrists were bound tightly to the chair.“What the hell is this, Lucille?! Why am I tied up?” he demanded, voice sharp with irritation.He pulled against the restraints, but the ropes didn’t budge. The more he struggled, the more he felt the burn of friction against his skin.“Let me go!”Lucille raised her finger and shook her head, her tone mockingly sweet.“No, no, love. You’re staying right there.”Sebastian glared at her, anger flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing, huh? What kind of game is this now?!”“Tsk!” she clicked her tongue and s
Eloise’s eyes fluttered open. Her entire body felt heavy—like she’d been thrown aside and left to break.The first thing she did was reach instinctively for her stomach.“Eloise? Eloise! Wait, I’ll call the doctor.”Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust, and the moment her vision cleared, her heart sank.It was Ashton’s voice.I didn’t escape, she thought miserably.Ashton hurried out of the room. When he returned, he was accompanied by a nurse who began checking her vitals.“You’re okay for now, Mrs. Savarre,” the nurse said politely. “I’ll call the doctor for further instructions.”Eloise said nothing. She just turned her face away—away from Ashton, away from the suffocating air that surrounded him.When the nurse left, silence filled the room. Ashton sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes studying her face before gently taking her hand.Eloise flinched and tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.“Eloise… can’t we just stop hurting each other?” he said softly, his tone d







