Mag-log in"I'm sick and tired of your nonsense!!! Don't make me give..."
He cut himself off, the air between us vibrating with the words he hadn't finished.
"You're sick and tired of me?" I asked. I saw a flicker of defense in his gaze, a momentary widening of his eyes that told me he hadn't meant for it to come out that way. I knew Cillian. I knew he was just drowning in his own helplessness. He won't have meant that.
"Val..."
 
He laughed at my promise, a dry, rattling sound that filled the room. "Is this the part where I get scared of your threats? But why am I not scared?" He smirked, leaning back as if he were watching a particularly amusing play. "You need more than just a threat to come for me, Valerie. You need strength, you need allies, you need people... But you have none except me."The truth of his words pinned me to the mattress, he had methodically stripped my life of everyone who mattered. He had isolated me until he was the only sun in my sky, the only one I could lean on. I was practically too independent of him alone. I clenched harder, I should've listened to Sarah. When she complained of my attachment to Cillian, when she worried about who he was, how quick did I have to marry when I was grieving...I should've taken this up with a more serious note. "Sarah is gone," he said so those words could sink in, I'm living at his mercy now. He rode me high and dry and like a fool, I chose to be wha
The liquid hit his cheek, sliding down his jaw in a slow, insulting trail. I waited for the explosion. I waited for him to strike me, to roar, to reveal the jagged edges of the monster I now knew him to be.But Cillian didn’t even make a move, I guess this is the Cillian that I had never met.He didn’t move his hand from where he held my wrist. Instead, he slowly reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his face with a methodical, terrifying grace."Vile," he whispered, tossing the cloth onto the floor as if it were my dignity. "But I suppose I should expect as much from a woman who just tried to hang herself with a gift I bought her. Do you have any idea how much that scarf cost? Or was that the point? One last expensive exit? From me? After all I did to make you mine?""You wanted me to find them," I croaked, the horror finally settling into my bones. "The files... the phone... you left them there like breadcrumbs.""I was curious," he ad
"Who else would it be if not you?"I waited. I waited for the denial, for the roar of righteous indignation, for the defense that would make me the crazy one again. I wanted a lie so beautiful I could crawl back inside it. But he didn't give me that."And?"The word was a cold scalpel. He released a smirk and turned to the doctor, his voice smooth and authoritative. "Doctor, please. As I told you, she is really not stable. She goes berserk sometimes when the grief hits. It's a tragedy, really.""It's you that is berserk, Cillian! It's you that is not okay!" I felt my sanity fraying at the edges, a physical crumbling of my soul. "What did I do? What did my family do that was so bad you had to kill them?""Doctor, please. Attend to her immediately," Cillian said. His voice was a whip, and the doctor bowed slightly, moving toward me with a syringe I hadn't noticed before.&nb
"Baby?"The word hung in the sterile air, vibrating with a frequency that threatened to shatter my remaining sanity."I called Cillian, and he's going to be here in a moment," Sarah said, her voice small and trembling.I ignored her, trying to wrap my head around the impossible. "A baby? You mean that I'm... I'm pregnant?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes swimming with a pity that made me want to scream. Before I could fully digest the horror of it, the door burst open.Cillian ran into the room, his chest heaving, his face a masterpiece of manufactured concern. He rushed to my side, his hand shooting out to my forehead as if to check for a fever, as if he could touch me and make the world right again. My adrenaline boiled, thick with a spite so potent it felt like acid in my veins."Are you okay? I had to run over from the airport when you called me, Sarah..."I slapped his
"No..." I whispered to myself, the word vibrating against my palm. There was no way.I knelt on the floor amidst the wreckage of the study, my fingers brushing against the cold, cracked glass of the device. I double-tapped the screen. The display flickered to life, revealing a photo of Jaxson and me from a summer long ago, our faces pressed together, radiating a happiness that felt like a lifetime of lies."This is... it’s Jaxson’s phone," I breathed. Sarah rushed toward me, her shadow falling over the documents strewn across the floor, but I didn't look at her. I couldn't.I typed in the password, his birthday and the phone opened despite the jagged mess of the screen. My heart shuddered against my ribs as I navigated to his recent calls. One name appeared over and over, a relentless rhythm of contact: Stepbrother. I tapped the contact info. The number staring back at me was the same one I called every night
I tumbled off the chair, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Sarah collapsed next to me, her hands instantly roaming over my neck, my face, and my shoulders, as if she were trying to stitch me back together with her touch. I lay there, staring up at the decorative beam, the empty loop of silk swaying gently in the draft from the open door. It looked like a discarded skin, a memory of a version of me that had almost succeeded in vanishing."Valerie, listen to me," Sarah whispered, her face inches from mine. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a wild mess. She looked like she had run miles through a storm just to find me. "We need to get out of here and fast!" she said, and I could feel the panic fading into a desperate urgency in her voice.I stayed silent for a while before a sudden, slow burn of anger ripped into me. It was the first thing I had truly felt in days, and it was scorching."Why did you save me? Why did you d







