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JADE
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Ederson. There’s nothing more we can do. You should contact your family and say your goodbyes,” Doctor Declan says. My chest feels hollow. Not because of his words, but because the people who are supposed to care for me have vanished months ago. My husband hasn’t come since he dropped me off at the hospital. Not even once. No calls. No texts. No messages in the dead of the night. My mother-in-law? Nothing. And my own family? They all disappeared. It’s as if I have faded out of existence. I try convincing myself they are busy. Probably work. Life. Responsibilities. But how busy can someone be to forget their own sick daughter… their own dying wife? My fingers tremble as I borrow Doctor Declan’s phone again. My love, it’s Jade. Please… come. I need to see you. Something urgent came up. And I miss you. The message delivers. Daniel receives it. He reads it. And he doesn’t reply. He has stopped picking up my calls or replying to my texts for a while now. I stare at my reflection on the black screen. A young bald woman. Cheeks sunken. Skin pale as paper left in the rain. I’m almost twenty-five, yet I look decades older. One year of marriage has hollowed me out. “Ovarian cancer,” Doctor Declan told me six months ago. Stage three. Last month, they removed my womb. Children were the only thing I had ever dreamed of. A house filled with laughter. Tiny socks scattered across the floor. A little hand gripping mine. I wanted to be a good mother. To give them what I never had. Now… that dream is gone. Only one person shows up to visit me. Barbara Kent, my best friend since childhood. She is my anchor in this endless storm. As I lie upright in bed, staring at the sun through the open window, Barbara walks in, wearing all white. A diamond ring sparkles on her finger. That wasn't there before. She smiles the moment she catches my eye. I can’t help but smile back. “My dearest Jade,” she whispers, hugging me gently, careful of the IV lines. “How have you been?” “You’re engaged?” My voice cracks, thin from treatments. Barbara smiles softly. “I didn’t want to tell you while you were sick.” “Right. Because engagements are medically dangerous to cancer patients. My being sick doesn't stop us from sharing each other’s joy. I’m happy for you. And I mean it. Who’s the lucky man?” She laughs. “No one you know.” “You’re smiling too much. Are you sure I don’t know him? Is it Eddy?” Barbara shakes her head shyly. “Maybe you know him. But that doesn’t matter.” She looks around. “I see Daniel still hasn’t visited. I’ll talk to him. And your family. They should come see you too.” “Today's our first anniversary. But I'm spending it all alone, I guess.” Barbara grabs my hand firmly. “You’re not alone. I’m here.” I blink my tears away, forcing a wry smile. What could I have done without her? When my mother-in-law heard about my sickness, she told me a woman without a womb is no woman at all. And my own mother told me to my face that I’m useless to my husband. Barbara slides some papers across the bed. Insurance documents from work. Zenovar Industries wants me out. They’re replacing me. I don't bother to read them. My hands tremble but I sign the documents anyway. Barbara leaves shortly after. I’m alone again. There is nothing much to do in a hospital. I know every patient, every visitor, every doctor, and nurse. Even the cleaners. I know them all by name. Daniel. My mind circles him. I lie back, watching time crawl. We used to be so happy before we got married. Where did it all go wrong? Was it something I did? Pain stacks my body. I groan, holding my side. The cancer has spread. My organs are failing. Doctor Declan said I have just a week or less. But all I can see is the life I never got to live with the man I love more than anything. Even if he hasn’t come to visit, I know it must be for a good reason. Daniel hates hospitals. Maybe he’s too scared to see me the way I am. And my family? Maybe they avoid the hospital because it hurts too much. Maybe they’re grieving in their own way. I don't have much time left. I should go home and see everyone instead. I have a gift in store for them. Once they hear about it, they’ll be twice as happy. The nurses won’t let me leave if I tell them. So I change my overalls and put on my clothes that have been lying in the closet like a decoration. Night has fallen by the time I slip out of the hospital. The wig I’m wearing makes it almost effortless. Barbara got it for me the day they shaved my head, but tonight is the first time I’ve ever worn it. Ha ha! It’s ironic. I finally look alive just in time to die. I take a taxi home. But the house is loud before I even step inside. There is music, laughter, glasses clinking. I walk through the open gates unnoticed. Could it be a surprise for me, I wonder. I’m so happy I refused to believe Daniel could have forgotten our anniversary. Maybe he planned to come for me at the hospital. My heart soars as I reach the porch—only to see the front door wide open, champagne bursting into the air inside. Gold balloons. Then a banner that says, “Congratulations on your engagement Daniel & Barbara.” I stop breathing. I pause at the corner where no one can see me, frozen in place. Barbara and Daniel stand before my entire family. Barbara in the same white dress, Daniel holding her waist possessively. My mother, father, and brother clapping. My mother-in-law screams for joy, shouting, “Finally!” The music stops. My legs tremble as I take another peek. Then I step back behind the hallway wall, gasping for breath. The next voice I hear is my husband's. “To seven years of patience,” he toasts. Barbara laughs. “I didn't expect her to last this long with the dosage.” My heart slams painfully. Dosage? What are they talking about? My mother chimes in, “The fake cancer diagnosis was genius. Removing her womb solved everything. Who would’ve known she’d finally accept defeat?” My father scoffs. “Fifty million dollars waiting in that trust. And now that she’s signed the next-of-kin documents, once she dies, it’s automatically yours, Daniel. I mean, ours.” Daniel smirks. “All because she trusted me. I kind of feel bad for her.” Barbara leans into him. “You never loved her anyway. You just needed access.” Daniel’s voice turns colder. “She was always just an investment. So kind, quiet, loyal, and obedient. Children would have been a complication. That’s why I had her womb removed. I didn’t even want kids with a woman like her.” I feel the world tilt. It can’t be. The constant headaches, the stomach pain, and dizziness, were all poison? Fake cancer. My womb. My children… gone. Everything was planned. I don’t want to believe it. My eyes well with unshed tears. I hold them back. The trust fund; Fifty million dollars. They knew about it. But how? Seven years ago… that’s when I met Daniel in college. Then it hits me: It was Daniel’s plan. He had known about the trust fund from the beginning. But how did he find out? My hands tremble violently as the realization crashes on me like a tidal wave. I stumble backward, overcome by fear. A vase crashes. Silence falls in the living room. “Did you hear that?” Barbara asks. I try to run but it’s too late. My brother Mason appears from behind and grabs my arm. He pushes me inside like a lamb to a slaughterhouse. “Look what I found,” he says proudly. They all gasp, “Jade?”He doesn't respond or take his eyes away from me. He doesn't move either. He just stands five feet away, his chest heaving slightly under his unbuttoned overcoat, his raw knuckles glistening faintly in the dim light. He looks like he’s completely off guard, caught in the middle of a heinous crime. He takes a step toward me. “You shouldn't be down here.” “What have you done to them?” I gesture toward the glass cage, my hands trembling. “Look at them. Look at Daniel. Look at Barbara. Are you—are you starving them to death? Is that what you plan to do?” Zayn’s expression hardens instantly. He doesn't look at the cage like I asked him to. His eyes stay locked onto mine. “I'm doing exactly what needs to be done. They forfeited their right to humanity the moment they laid their hands on you.” “This isn’t justice!” I cry, taking a step toward him, my hands clenching the fabric of his robe draped over my small frame. “This is torture, Zayn! If they stay down here another day, their organs
JADEI don't know how many days have passed since Zayn rescued me. I don’t remember. I’ve been unable to sleep and I figure that Zayn is lacing my system with pills to help me rest. When I’m awake, I relive the horror of almost dying again by the hands of the very people who murdered me in my past life.Dragged right back into that rusted cage. I can still feel the chains cutting into the raw flesh of my wrists, pinning me down while Daniel stands over me with a look of longing and an expression that resembles guilt. But when I’m fast asleep and I’m not worrying about what I’ve been through, I dream of him—my fake husband, the only man who’s been haunting my sleep and consciousness. I think I’m in love. I’m in love with Zayn Hemsworth.I stir in bed. The sheets feel too soft, the room too quiet. I wake up and find the space beside me is empty. Zayn isn't in the room. I pull the duvet away and sit up right at the edge of the bed. I feel cold. I pull his heavy robe over my shoulders,
“You’ve always known how to land a good punch,” Damon says.I step around the desk, towering over him like the shadow of death itself. I reach down, grabbing him by his shirt and hauling him to his feet with one hand. I wrap my hand around his neck and slam his back against the wooden desk. My grip is so tight his airway is completely restricted, his face turning a mottled purple beneath the blood. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t paint this room with your brains right now.”Damon doesn't look afraid. That is his sickness. He spits blood onto the front of my shirt, a wet, rattling laugh bubbling up from his throat.“There he is, the real Zayn Hemsworth. Look at you... acting like a savage over a girl. You always were weak, Zayn.”I tighten my grip, my fingers burying into his throat until his windpipe groans under the pressure. “I froze your offshore accounts. By tomorrow morning, you won't even have enough money to buy a meal, let alone a helicopter out of this country.”“You do
I don’t speak. I simply watch the way Daniel’s chest heaves, savoring the gasp of his failing lungs. He might die of infection if not starvation and dehydration—yet all he cares about is his mother. What a good son he is. Barbara's bloodshot eyes stare wildly around, settling on the CCTV at the corner of the ceiling. “Psycho! Just send us to the police! We’ll confess! We’ll sign whatever you want! Just put us in a cell instead of keeping us here... give us water... please...” I lean into the microphone. “The police, Barbara? Now why would I outsource a personal matter to the state?” Daniel weeps, his hands pressing against the glass he can’t see through. “Zayn, I beg you! I didn't let Damon have her! I hesitated! I told her I loved her! Jade knows... Jade knows I didn't want to hurt her! I care about her.” “You put your filthy hands on my wife. You made her cry, Daniel. You made her believe, even for a second, that help wasn't coming.” “We’re sorry!” Natasha shrieks from the
I run out of the warehouse. I realize it’s night. The cold air is cutting into my lungs. I try to take in steady breaths as I sprint, but breathing is just too hard. It begins to rain. The storm is blinding, driving needles of freezing precipitation straight into my eyes as I stumble across the muddy gravel of the yard. I can’t see what’s ahead of me. I can only hear what is behind—the terrifying thud of heavy boots tearing through the puddles.“She went toward the perimeter! Split up and find her!”Damon’s men. They are right on my heels. My foot catches on a rusted piece of rebar hidden in the mud. I gasp, throwing my hands out as I go crashing into the wet gravel. Pain flares in my knees, but the adrenaline overrides it. I must escape. I need to survive. I scramble back up to my feet, my breath hitching in my throat, sobbing from exhaustion. I can’t go back into that cage. I can’t let them hand me over to Damon. I don’t want to die in his hands.I round the corner of a rusted meta
“Jade—” “No,” I say, shifting back as Daniel stretches his hand to reach out to me. “What happens to me?”He slides to the very edge of the mattress, dragging his split plaster cast with a low hiss of agonizing pain. He reaches out again, his trembling hand hovering over mine, desperately wishing he could touch me, but stopping just short when he sees the dead look in my eyes.“Please, Jade,” he begs, his voice cracking into a heartbreaking sob. “Just tell me you understand. Tell me you see why I have to do this.”“I don’t understand.”“I don't want you to die. I still love you.”I scoff. “Do you really?”“God help me, I love you so much it’s killing me. Everything I did... taking you from St. Jude’s, bringing you here... I just wanted a chance for us to be what we used to be. But if I don't give you to Damon, Zayn is going to kill us within the hour. I’m trying to save my family.”“You’re not saving anyone,” I say, my voice steady, refusing to give him the comfort he’s begging for.
I don't respond. The silence in the car is so heavy it feels like it’s crushing my ribs. Zayn’s eyes are searching mine, dark and hunting, waiting for a single flicker of a lie. I don't give him anything. Even if I want to break down in front of him, I give him absolutely nothing.Outside, Damon is
I sit through the rest of the meeting like a ghost. Zayn is waiting for me at 6:00 PM. He looks tired, the weight of the upcoming board meeting clearly etched into the lines around his eyes. I want to hug him and tell him everything will be alright. But that isn’t why I married him. I’m here for re
“Relax, Jade,” Damon murmurs against my ear as I struggle in his grasp.Every muscle in my body locks. His hand stays planted beside my head, trapping me against the cold marble wall while the other is still settling low on my waist possessively, like he already owns me. My pulse pounds so violentl
Zayn drops me off at work as usual. I step out of the vehicle and spot Ella walking briskly toward the building.“Ella!”She turns abruptly and locks eyes with me. Then a sweet smile graces her beautifully round face, and she waves happily.“I’ll go with her,” I tell Zayn.“Have a good—”I don’t wa







