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Emilia's(Two years later.)I hadn’t been here in a while.I sat behind the wheel, staring at the house I used to call home. The same plain bricks. The same sharp-edged lawn. Everything wad neat, just like I remembered. The curtains weren’t moving, but I was sure they saw me coming. They always did.In the back seat, Richie kicked his tiny feet against Aria’s seat and she let out a soft whine.“Stop it,” I said, glancing back. “Guys, we’re visiting grandma and grandpa. Be good, okay? Please?”Neither of them responded. Aria stared at me with those big eyes and Richie sucked on his thumb like nothing in the world mattered.I sighed and leaned my head back for a second.Why did I feel nervous? These were my parents. Well, foster parents. But still. They raised me. Took me in when no one else did. But they were still them. Strong, sharp, no-nonsense. Evelyn and Christian weren’t the hugs and cookies type. They were more of the “fix your posture and wipe that look off your face” kind.I o
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NoraI didn’t wait for the elevator. I took the stairs.Four flights down, heels in one hand, coat dragged behind me, and ID badge still hanging from my neck like a mistake I hadn’t erased. The parking garage was quiet except for the flickering of lights and my breath coming too fast.Every step echoed. I couldn’t look back. I wouldn’t.God. How did it come to this?Just days ago, I stood in Richard office, fake smile in place, pretending to be someone calm, collected. Someone he could maybe trust again. But that illusion cracked the moment Emilia stood beside him. Pregnant. Beautiful. Loved. Unshakeable.I reached my car, hands shaking so badly I dropped my keys. They slid under the tire. I cursed under my breath, squatted down, and clawed for them.My chest ached. Not from the bending, but from the weight of it all.Katherine had looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’ll be the one by his side again. Trust me.”I was stupid enough to believe it.“I mean, who’s better for him than
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Katherine I lay on the hard bunk, staring at the cracked ceiling. It was always the same, cold, quiet, and dead. Nothing ever moved in here except the flicker of the light overhead. My body was just still, but my mind wouldn’t stop. It kept dragging me back to that day.The day they dragged me out in cuffs.“I didn’t drug Richard! I only went after Emilia!” I had screamed it over and over, but no one listened. Not the cops. Not the judge. Not even the damn lawyer I barely trusted.They all looked at me like I was filth. The jury stared like I was some kind of monster. The judge didn’t even flinch when he read out both charges, drugging Richard and Emilia. Just threw the whole book at me.But I didn’t touch Richard. I didn’t!That was Jayden’s plan. His sick little secret. I just wanted Emilia out of the way. That was it. She didn’t belong with Jayden. I wanted him, as useless as he was. That was my reason. I didn’t sign up for the rest.But now I’m paying for it all.I turned to my s
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I couldn't sleep. The bed felt like it was made of nails and knives. The sheet was so rough it celt like sandpaper rubbing against my skin, and no matter how many times I shift, it itches. I scratched at my arms again and again, but that only made things worse.The room stinked, like sweat, bleach, and something else I couldn't even place. Something rotten. My cellmate’s snoring filed the small space like a broken engine, it was loud, ragged, and never-ending.I glanced to the corner, and that’s when I was it. A cockroach, big and brown, crawling around like it owned the place. I squealed and jumped, pulling my knees to my chest. "Oh my God!” I whispered sharply, heart racing. I felt sick.What did I do to deserve this?Soon enough I heard footsteps, the warden stopped rightat my cell and looked in. He had that same smirk he always wore when he saw me.“Princess not used to roughing it, huh?” he says, voice dripping with mockery.I glare at him. “You’ll regret this,” I hissee , but
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EmiliaI opened my eyes to the low beeping of a monitor and the strong scent of antiseptic. My body ached, my throat felt dry, but I was breathing. I was safe. That realization alone brought tears to my eyes.“Hey…” Richard’s voice came from beside me.I turned my head slowly. He looked like hell, red eyes, stubble, his shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned. But the second our eyes met, his entire face softened.“You’re awake,” he said, letting out a breath like he’d been holding it the whole night. “God, Emilia…”“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” I croaked, giving him a weak smile.“I haven’t,” he said, his voice cracking a little.I squeezed his hand. “Babies?”“They’re okay,” he replied, nodding. “Strong heartbeats. Doctors said you’re lucky… and stubborn.”“Sounds about right.”He let out a soft laugh, then leaned down and kissed the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.I frowned. “For what?”“For not believing you,” he said. “About Serena. About everything. You tol
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RichardI was at my office, barely holding myself together, when Marcus rushed in. He didn’t speak, just handed me a tablet. I tapped play. And there she was.Emilia. Leaving her apartment building... no, not leaving. Being dragged.Jayden had her by the arm. Forceful. Her expression, terrified.He shoved her into his car like she was nothing. Like she didn’t matter. Like she wasn’t the mother of my children.My hands trembled so bad, I nearly crushed the tablet.I stood up. “Where was this taken?”“Yesterday” Marcus said. “That was the last ping from her phone. His car hasn’t registered on any tolls since.”I paced, mind racing.“Get every unit we have. Private team. Police. Federal if we have to.”“Already on it,” Marcus replied. “But there’s more.”I stopped. “More?”“We traced the money Jayden’s been using. It didn’t come from him.”I stared.“It came from your family. Your uncle’s accounts.”My chest burned.“No. No way.”Marcus nodded slowly. “We double-checked. It wasn’t just h
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