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Chapter 3

مؤلف: Peachy
My lungs felt like burning sand.

Last thing I did before blacking out? I smashed the emergency valve on the wall.

Sirens screamed. I remembered five years ago. Killian pinned me to the wall. He swore to me. "As long as I breathe, nothing will ever hurt you."

Turns out, vows have an expiration date.

I opened my eyes. White ceiling.

Tube in my throat.

"Valerie, don't move." Carter. My coworker for ten years. His face was dark. "Severe lack of oxygen. Alveoli damage. You'll have chronic chest pain forever. No cure."

I moved my lips. No sound.

"Don't speak." He held my hand. "You almost died last night."

He paused. He was furious. "The siren went off. Killian ran back like a madman. Smashed the backup glass with his bare hands. Shredded his own flesh to get you out. But right after he brought you to the ER? Brielle fainted in the safe house. Claimed the shock was making her miscarry. He rushed out to hold her."

Carter gritted his teeth. "You almost died in that chamber. And Brielle? She told him you did it to yourself. To frame her. And him? He actually believed it!"

I closed my eyes. Not a single tear.

Time passed. I pushed words through my raw throat. "Carter. Pull the dead man's offshore accounts."

"Valerie, you just—"

"Now."

Carter looked at me. Finally, he nodded.

The door opened. Vanilla scent blew in.

Killian walked in. Thick bloody bandages on his right hand. Scars from saving me. He saw my pale face. Deep pain flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward to touch me. Pure instinct.

Then Brielle pulled his sleeve. Timid. Like a scared deer.

Killian froze. He forced his face into a cold mask. Stood at the foot of my bed. Glared down at me. His voice shook. "You risked your own life? Just to frame Brielle?"

I stared at him. Thought I heard it wrong.

"It was just some gas. You knew I would save you, didn't you?" He went on. Trying to hide his fear and rage. "Did you really have to go this far?!"

Brielle peeked from behind him. Soft, weak voice. "I'm sorry, Killian. Did Valerie do this... because of me?"

"Not your fault." Killian turned fast. Pulled her into his arms. Whispered to her. "She's just being dramatic."

He shot me a look. Full of conflict. Full of warning.

"Valerie, listen to me. Don't use your life for petty jealousy. Brielle was scared all night at the safe house. I'm taking her home to rest."

He turned to leave.

At the door, Brielle looked back. She smiled at me.

Pure. Innocent. But her eyes screamed victory.

The door shut. Colder than any insult.

I stared at the ceiling. Didn't move.

The burning pain in my chest? It didn't even matter anymore.

Phone buzzed. Dark web records from Carter. Marcus's offshore account. A huge transfer from Brielle's private clinic. Four months ago. No memo.

I stared at the numbers. My lungs burned. My mind was crystal clear.

"Carter." I sent a voice note. Rasping. "Check Brielle and Marcus. Phone records for the last six months. All her bank accounts. This wasn't a medical error."

Message sent. I opened another chat. Geneva International Trauma Center.

Three months ago. They offered me a spot. A top-secret three-year aid project in a war zone. Fake name. High risk.

I hesitated back then. Because I couldn't leave Killian.

Now? That reason is dead.

I typed my reply: I accept.

Message sent. Dawn broke outside the window. Sunlight spilled on my white bedsheets.

My heart went completely still.
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