Mag-log in“I’m completely serious. Ethan can’t live here with you. Not after what you did. Not after what he knows.” I moved toward her. “You need to pack your things and go. Today.”“Where am I supposed to go?”“I don’t care. A hotel. Your brother’s place. Hell, move in with one of your society friends. But you’re not staying here.”“Adrian, we’re engaged—”“Not anymore.” I pulled the ring box from my pocket. The engagement ring I’d given her three months ago. “I can’t marry you, Vivian. I can’t spend the rest of my life with someone who hurt my child and felt no remorse about it.”She stared at the ring box like it was a snake. “You’re choosing her. After everything. You’re choosing Serena.”“I’m choosing my son. There’s a difference.” I set the ring box on the table. “And if that means I lose you, then I lose you.”“You’ll regret this—”“I regret a lot of things. But protecting my son won’t be one of them.”Vivian turned to Margaret, desperate. “Say something. Tell him he’s making a mistake.
**ADRIAN’S POV**I sat in my car outside the mansion for twenty minutes, trying to compose myself.Trying to figure out what I was going to say. How I was going to do this.But every time I closed my eyes, I heard that recording. Vivian’s voice. Laughing. Bragging about hurting my son. About conditioning a baby to reject his own mother through pain and manipulation.My hands tightened on the steering wheel until my knuckles went white.I’d listened to it three times this morning. Each time hoping I’d heard it wrong. That there was some other explanation. Some context that would make it less monstrous.There wasn’t.Vivian had deliberately hurt Ethan. My infant son. And she’d been proud of it.I got out of the car, walked to the front door, and entered the house I no longer recognized as home.Vivian was in the living room with my mother, both of them looking tense and worried.“Adrian! Thank God.” Vivian rushed toward me. “Is Ethan okay? When is he coming home?”I looked at her. Reall
Another pause. “I don’t know. I thought I did. But I think I loved the idea of her more than the reality.”“Then why are you still with her?”“Because I’m a coward.” The admission came out raw. “Because leaving would mean admitting I destroyed my first marriage for nothing. That I hurt you and your mother for someone who wasn’t worth it.”Ethan looked at me, and I saw tears in his eyes.“I want to see you,” Adrian said. “Please. Let me come there. Let me talk to you face to face.”I looked at Ethan. He nodded reluctantly.“You can come,” I said. “But Adrian? If you bring Vivian or your mother, I’ll have security throw you out. This is between you and Ethan. No one else.”“Understood. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”We hung up.Ethan sat down, looking exhausted. “Do you think he means it? About being weak and making mistakes?”“I think he’s finally being honest. Whether that leads to real change, I don’t know.” I pulled him close. “But whatever happens, you’re safe. I won’t let anyon
**SERENA’S POV**I woke up with a crick in my neck from sleeping in the chair beside Ethan’s makeshift bed.The early morning sun streamed through my office windows, casting golden light across his sleeping face. He looked so young. So vulnerable. Nothing like the brave, angry boy who’d walked three miles in the middle of the night to find me.My son.Sleeping in my office because he’d felt he had no other choice.I stood quietly, stretched, checked my phone. Seven missed calls from Adrian since last night. Three from Vivian. Two from Margaret. And a string of increasingly desperate texts.*Please let me talk to him.**I need to know he’s okay.**Serena, please. He’s all I have.*I ignored them all and went to make coffee.By the time I returned, Ethan was awake, sitting up, looking disoriented.“Morning,” I said softly. “How did you sleep?”“Better than I have in weeks.” He rubbed his eyes. “Is this real? Did I really run away last night?”“You really did.” I handed him a bottle of w
“Someone who used to work at the house sent it to me. They said I deserved to know the truth.”She was quiet for a long moment, just holding the flash drive.“Have you told anyone else about these recordings?”“No. Just you.”“And your father? Does he know you’re here?”“He knows I left. He’s been calling.” I pulled out my phone, showed her the missed calls and texts. “But I didn’t tell him where I was going.”“He’s probably terrified—”“Good.” The word came out harsh. “He should be terrified. He should know what it feels like to lose someone.”Serena’s face was pained. “Ethan, I understand you’re angry. You have every right to be. But your father is still your father. And he’s probably losing his mind right now thinking something happened to you.”“Something did happen to me. I found out everyone I live with is a liar who destroyed you and then blamed you for it.”She pulled me back into her arms. “I know. I know it hurts. I know it’s confusing and scary and you don’t know who to tru
I waited until everyone was asleep.It was past midnight when I finally heard Vivian’s door close, and heard Dad’s heavy footsteps stop moving around downstairs. The house settled into that deep quiet that only comes when everyone’s finally gone to bed.I’d been lying in my bed fully dressed for two hours, my backpack packed and hidden under my covers. Waiting. Planning. Trying not to think about what I was about to do.Running away.I’d never done anything like this before. Never broken the rules this badly. Never deliberately disobeyed in a way that couldn’t be undone.But I couldn’t stay here anymore. Not after what I’d heard in those recordings. Not after knowing what they’d done to my mother. What they’d done to me.I pulled out my backpack. Inside: a change of clothes, my phone and charger, the flash drive with the recordings, my wallet with the birthday money I’d saved, and a photo of Serena from her birthday party. The one where she was smiling at me like I was the most import







