LOGINEvelyn’s POV
“Dad?” My voice trembled badly as I took his phone from the bed. The hue had fully gone from my dad's face. His breath got shaky as his shaking eyes stayed on the pics shown on the screen. “Dad, look at me,” Worry shot up in my chest, “Please, breathe slowly." His hand suddenly clutched his chest tightly. The heart beeped loud near the bed. Everything happened too quickly afterward. Docs and nurses ran into the room while alarms rang loud around us. A nurse quickly took me from the bed as the care team closed in on my dad. “My heart rate is rising!” “Prepare the medication!” “Sir, can you hear me?” Terror consumed me instantly. "No." I said softly while holding my lips. "Dad." My dad looked so thin laying there with machines and cords all around. Tears stung my eyes as I saw his chest move up and down not evenly. This was my fault. If I had seen the notes sooner, I would have kept him safe. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. Almost twenty minutes passed before the scene finally got calm. The docs slowly moved from the bed while fixing their gloves wearily. "He must stay away from strong feelings of stress all the way," the old doctor said seriously. "His state is already not steady." I nodded numbly. The time the doctors went out of the room, hush took over the air heavily. Dad looked exhausted now. His eyes slowly turned toward me. “I’m sorry,” he whispered weakly. My chest tightened painfully. “Why are you apologizing?” His lips trembled slightly. “I thought Damien loved you.” A broken sound nearly escaped my throat. Dad looked away like he couldn't stand seeing my fac͏e. “I thought joining the Sinclair family would keep you safe.” His breath got unsteady again. “Instead I threw you into danger” Tears rolled down my cheeks immediately. "No." I said fast while taking his hand soft. "None of this is your blame." Regret filled his tired eyes. “I sold my daughter for security.” That sentence shattered me completely. This was the first time in my whole life I saw my dad cry. My strong father. The man who raised me alone after Mom died. Now he looked completely broken because of me. "I'm going to split from him" I said with tears in my eyes. Dad slowly closed his eyes. “You should have left sooner.” Pain spread through my chest again. Maybe he was right. Maybe I stuck around too long thinking Damien would care for me like I cared for him. Sadly, love by itself couldn't fix a marriage that was already falling apart from dishonesty. Many hours later I was called into a doctor's office. The time the doc put a new paper in front of me, fear quickly filled my belly. "Your dad's operation has to be done sooner," he said slowly. "Sadly, the cost for it is really high." I looked with no expression at the rough costs written on the sheet. The numbers made my vision blur. “That sum,” my voice came out weakly, “I can't pay it right now.” The doctor sighed softly. “We need an additional deposit before proceeding.” My hands slowly tightened around the documents. All felt tight. Dad's state was getting worse. My marriage was falling apart. Now the operation may be pushed back due to me not having enough cash. When I left the office, my legs felt weak already. I rested on the hospital wall and tried to calm my breath. Then one name suddenly appeared inside my mind. Sebastian Sinclair. I hated myself for even considering it. Yet, Sebastian was the one guy strong enough to help right away. My hands shook a bit before finally calling his number He answered after only two rings. “Yes?” His deep voice remained calm as always. For a reason, hearing it made my chest feel tight. “I,” I swallowed hard. “I need help.” Silence followed briefly. Then Sebastian spoke again. “Which hospital?” Less than forty minutes later, Sebastian arrived. The second he got out of the lift, the whole feel around the hallway changed right away. Tall and Cold. Terrifyingly composed. Some nurses quickly stood up, looking nervous after they saw him. Sebastian walked right at me without doubt. “What happened?” I lowered my gaze. “My father’s surgery might be delayed.” He stayed quiet while reading the papers in my shaking hands. His quick eyes looked at the numbers for a bit before coming back to me again. “That’s all?” I blinked slowly. “What?” Sebastian handed the papers back calmly. “I’ll handle it.” My chest tightened immediately. “You don’t have to-” “I know.” His voice remained low and steady. “Then why help me?” For a bit, Sebastian just looked at me quiet. Hospital lights͏ shined weakly on his cold eyes. Finally, he answered quietly. “Because I hate injustice.” Something inside my chest trembled unexpectedly. No one had stood beside me like this in a very long time. Not even my own husband. Within one hour, everything changed. The hospital director personally came downstairs to greet Sebastian. Dad’s surgery schedule was immediately prioritized while the best cardiovascular specialist in the city was reassigned to his case. Money. Connections. Influence. Sebastian solved everything effortlessly. Meanwhile, I could only stand there in stunned silence. “You look like you’re about to cry again,” Sebastian suddenly said. I immediately looked away. “I just don’t understand why you’re helping me this much.” A faint crease appeared between his brows. “You’re Damien’s wife.” The sentence made my chest ache strangely. For some reason, hearing that from Sebastian sounded more sincere than hearing it from Damien himself. Right then, another voice echoed sharply behind us. “What are you doing here?” I froze instantly. Damien. He stood several steps away wearing yesterday’s clothes. Exhaustion covered his face the moment his eyes landed on Sebastian beside me. The atmosphere immediately turned icy. Sebastian slipped one hand into his pocket lazily. “Visiting the hospital,” he answered calmly. Damien’s jaw tightened. His eyes slowly moved toward me afterward. “You called him?” I crossed my arms tightly. “You weren’t available.” Something dangerous flashed across Damien’s face. “I was dealing with an emergency.” A bitter laugh nearly escaped me. Of course. Chloe was always the emergency. Sebastian suddenly stepped slightly closer toward me. “You seem very busy lately, Damien.” His tone remained calm. “Too busy to take care of your own wife.” Damien’s expression darkened instantly. “That’s none of your business.” “Really?” Sebastian’s gaze turned colder. “Then perhaps you should start acting like her husband.” Silence exploded between them. Tension filled the hallway so heavily that even nearby nurses looked nervous. Damien suddenly grabbed my wrist possessively. “Evelyn. We’re leaving.” I immediately pulled my hand away. “No.” His eyes narrowed. “We need to talk.” “I’m tired of talking.” Pain flashed briefly across Damien’s face before disappearing again. Sebastian watched everything silently beside me. Unfortunately, his presence only made Damien look angrier. Late that night, I finally returned to the Sinclair mansion. Not because I missed Damien and I changed my mind. I came back only to pack my belongings. The moment I entered our bedroom, memories immediately flooded my chest. Three years of marriage and loving Damien. Now everything inside this room felt disgusting. I opened the closet before pulling out a suitcase quietly. Clothes and Documents. A few personal items. Nothing else mattered anymore. The bedroom door suddenly opened. Damien walked in immediately after noticing the suitcase on the bed. His expression changed instantly. “What are you doing?” “I’m leaving.” His jaw clenched hard. “You’re not serious.” I continued folding my clothes calmly. “I can’t stay here anymore.” Damien suddenly walked toward me. “You’re my wife.” I laughed quietly without looking at him. “A wife you cheated on.” Frustration flashed across his face. “I already told you I’ll fix this.” I finally looked at him directly. “How?” Silence. My eyes slowly filled with tears again. “Will you have a miscarriage?” I whispered painfully. “Will that fix everything?” Damien froze completely. That reaction alone already gave me the answer. I nodded slowly afterward. “Exactly.” He grabbed my arm suddenly before I could close the suitcase. “You can’t leave me.” His voice sounded darker now. More desperate. I looked down at his hand gripping my wrist tightly. Then back into his eyes. “I’m already gone, Damien.” For the first time since our marriage started falling apart I finally saw genuine panic on his face. Unfortunately, it was far too late. Minutes later, I dragged my suitcase downstairs. The servants watched silently from a distance while I walked toward the front door. Rain poured heavily outside again and it felt fitting. Behind me, Damien still stood frozen in the middle of the living room. Watching me leave. his wife walked away for real. Then just as my hand touched the mansion door. Damien’s cold voice suddenly echoed behind me. “If you walk out tonight, Evelyn.” I stopped moving. His breathing sounded uneven. “Don't expect me to let you come back so easily.”Sebastian's POV Evelyn was shaking so hard I thought she was going to have a seizure.She wasn't crying. That was the worst part. Her eyes were open, fixed on the glass room, but she wasn't seeing it anymore. She was seeing something else. Something behind her own eyes."Evelyn, look at me," I said, kneeling in front of her, holding both of her cold hands. "You are here. You are with me. This is 2026. You are safe.""Miranda Reid," she whispered again, like she was testing if the name would burn her tongue. "Why do I know that name? Why does it feel like home?"Eleanor slid down the wall, her face in her hands. She looked twenty years older than she had this morning."We shouldn't have come here," she sobbed. "I told Thomas we should burn this place to the ground. But Miranda Miranda insisted we keep it. She said we might need to come back.""Who the hell is Miranda Reid?" I snapped. I was done being gentle with Eleanor. "Y
Evelyn's POV "Eleanor," I said, my voice hoarse. "Who is she? The woman behind the glass. It's not you."Eleanor froze. She turned slowly."What did you say?""In my memory. There's a woman behind the glass. She has long black hair. Green eyes. Like mine. She called herself my mommy. But she's not my mom. Who is she?"Eleanor's face went completely white. She looked like she was going to faint."It can't be," she whispered. "She left. She left before you turned five. She was never supposed to.""Who?" Sebastian demanded, holding me tighter. "Who is she, Eleanor?"Eleanor didn't answer. She walked to a control panel on the wall outside the glass cube. It was dusty, but the power light was ON. Green. Someone had turned it on.She pressed a button. With a loud, hydraulic hiss, a hidden compartment in the concrete wall opened. Inside, a single VHS tape, labeled in handwriting that was not Eleanor's. Elegant, l
Evelyn's POV I shouldn't have been here.That was the first thought I had when the floor creaked under me and a cold draft hit my ankles from somewhere below. Sebastian and Eleanor had told me to wait in the archive room. Sebastian had said, "Don't move," with that overprotective voice he uses when he's scared.But I couldn't.Since we entered this building, my head has been splitting. Not a headache. A pressure. Like something was pushing from the inside of my skull, trying to get out. Then I heard it. A hum.Low, almost inaudible. Like an old refrigerator. Or like the white-noise machine my father used to put in my room when I couldn't sleep as a kid.It was coming from below us. From under the floor.I left the archive room without thinking. My feet knew where to go. The hallway that Sebastian and Eleanor had ignored the one that went down, not up. A narrow stairwell hidden behind a supply closet, the sign ab
Sebastian's POV A younger Eleanor, hair black, no wrinkles, in a lab coat. And a man I recognized from Evelyn's old family photos was her father, Dr. Thomas Reid. He was younger too, but his face was red with anger. "You can't be serious, Eleanor! Look at her! Look at what the last injection did to her! She had a seizure for six minutes!" Thomas slammed a file on the table. "Evelyn is not a trial, she's my daughter!" Young Eleanor on screen was calm, cold. A version of Eleanor I had never seen. "Thomas, you knew the risks when you enrolled her. No other treatment was working. Project Eve is the only thing keeping her alive. You can't pull out now because you're getting emotional." "Emotional? You call this science? You have twelve other children in this building showing the same neurological damage! This project is a failure! We have to stop! We have to shut it down and get these kids to a real hospital!" "
Sebastian's POV The road to the hospital didn't exist on any map.Eleanor was the one driving. She didn't use GPS. She used memory. Every turn was sharp, deliberate, as if she had driven this route a hundred times and then spent ten years trying to forget it."Turn off your phone," she said, without looking at me.I did.We had been driving for almost two hours outside the city. The asphalt ended, replaced by gravel, then dirt. The trees grew denser until they formed a tunnel over us. The rain had started an hour ago, light at first, now hammering on the roof of Eleanor's old Land Rover."This place was decommissioned in 2007," she said finally. Her voice was tight. "Officially, it was a private psychiatric sanatorium that went bankrupt. A fire in the west wing. Insurance fraud. That was the cover story we used.""We?"She didn't answer. She just gripped the wheel harder.After another ten minutes, the
Evelyn's POV I could feel the tremble in my voice, and it irritated me. I had confronted guns, unraveled the secrets of Genesis, and witnessed the destruction of an entire facility without letting fear get the better of me.And yet a picture had brought me down to being a woman who no longer knew if she had ever been meant to live."What if I wasn't ever supposed to be human?" I whispered. "What if I was just the initial experiment, and Subject 02 was really what they were trying to create?"Sebastian turned me towards him."Look at me, Evelyn."I looked up."Whatever had been created you had no right to dictate your destiny," Sebastian said resolutely. "They can put down anything they like in their notes, but nothing written in those papers is going to dictate your value or deprive you of the right to define yourself."I hung on to his words."You don't understand what they did to me.""I don't, and yet I do," Sebastian confessed. "I know th
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