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56. Distrust

Author: Meminger
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-30 17:26:48

Ella’s Point of View

My heart was a warm, fragile thing, brimming with a joy I hadn’t known in years, yet shadowed by the weight of my past. I lay propped up in the hospital bed, the sterile white of Northwestern Memorial softened by the morning light filtering through the window, the monitors’ steady beeps a reminder of my fragile recovery.

The gunshot wound in my abdomen ached dully, but it was nothing compared to the love that filled me—Shawn’s gentle kisses from earlier, his promise to care for me, the way his hand had held mine like I was his world. And Lily, my sweet girl, safe with Emerson at their hotel, her laughter a melody that kept me grounded.

I’d survived Marcus’s cage, the bullet, the coma, and now, here I was, alive, ready to build something new. But beneath the joy, a flicker of unease lingered—Marcus’s claim that our divorce was invalid, a chain I needed to break. Shawn’s vow to fix it was a lifeline, but the uncertainty gnawed at me, a quiet fear I couldn’t shake.
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    Marcus Carter’s Point of ViewThe bass from the club’s speakers thumped like a heartbeat, vibrating through the leather stool where I sat, the air thick with the smell of sweat, perfume, and spilled liquor. The Night Sins hadn’t changed much since my college days—same dark corners, same pulsing lights, same promise of escape. I’d come here to drown out the day, to shove Ella’s rejection and Vanessa’s ghost out of my head with a few shots of vodka and maybe a warm body for the night. Going back to my empty apartment, stewing in the fact that I was a rejected nobody, wasn’t an option. I swirled the glass, the ice clinking, and tried to focus on the burn of the liquor instead of the ache in my chest. Five years I’d chased Ella, convinced if I pushed hard enough, she’d see my love, see her mistake, and come back. But today, seeing her with Lily, my daughter, in that diner—her green eyes sparkling, her laughter like a hook in my gut—I realized I had something real to lose. And then Vane

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