LOGINFor eight years, Nora Sinclair gave everything to the Blackwell family, enduring the indifference of her wealthy husband, Adrian, the cruelty of her mother-in-law, Helena, and the painful distance of her young daughter, Natalia. Pushed into the shadows by Isla Bennett—Adrian’s childhood friend and first love, the woman his family always preferred—Nora becomes a ghost in her own home. When Nora receives a terminal diagnosis giving her merely months to live and two months pregnant, she returns home desperate for a single moment of love from the people she calls her family but Instead, she is met with ultimate betrayal: Adrian and his family announce their plan to hire Isla as a surrogate to carry their next child. Realizing that no amount of sacrifice will ever win their love, Nora makes peace with her fate and walks away from the Blackwell estate forever, leaving every trace of her old life behind. Fate has other plans for her as she got hit by a car while saving a little boy. Be with her and find out if she survived or she died before ever getting the love and freedom she wanted.
View MoreNora’s POV My head throbbed with a brutal pain, and every inch of my body felt as though it had been shattered and pieced back together. Deep inside my muscles and bones, a searing ache burned—the lingering reminder of the impact that had thrown me into the road.I tried to swallow, but my throat was as dry as dust. A soft beep echoed nearby.I'm alive?The thought felt like a cold stone dropping into a deep well. I had saved that little boy in the blue shirt, and in return, I was supposed to be granted the quiet mercy of sleep.Why was I still breathing?Slowly, I forced my eyelids open.Blinding light flooded my vision, making me close my eyes again. I blinked several times, waiting for the blur to resolve itself. The air was rich with the faint scent of fresh lilies.As my vision cleared, I realized I was not alone.Standing beside my bed were two figures who looked almost like me. They were standing so still they almost seemed carved from stone, their eyes fixed on my face with a
Adrian’s POV The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room. I sat at the head of the table, adjusting my platinum cufflinks as the faint, rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.My mind was still tangled in the chaotic mess from yesterday. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of the spilled soup and Nora’s pale, tear-streaked face flashed behind my eyelids like a recurring nightmare. I hadn't slept well at all. I had spent half the night staring at the ceiling.I loved Nora. I really did.No matter how cold or distant I acted, no matter how hard I pushed her into the background, the truth was that I still loved my wife. She was the woman I had chosen eight years ago, the woman who had stood quietly beside me as I climbed to the top of the Blackwell Group, the woman who had given me my daughter. But love in a family like mine was never simple.Nora had always been far too emotional, far too fragile for this world. She didn't understan
Nora’s POV The heavy front door of the Blackwell estate clicked shut behind me with a soft sound that felt like the snapping of a lock.Standing on the cold stone steps of the porch, I didn't look back. I didn’t take anything. It’s not like I had anything in there that belonged to me. I was carrying everything I owned in the pockets of my coat: my phone and my wallet.My left hand and leg were wrapped tightly in stiff white gauze beneath my clothes, throbbing with pain every step I took down the driveway. The doctor’s warning echoed in the back of my mind: You won't last a month if you endure any more shock or physical trauma.I almost smiled at the thought. Three months felt like an eternity now. I didn't need three months. I only needed enough time to breathe fresh air, to walk under the open sky without the weight of Helena’s insults or Adrian’s indifference crushing my chest.When I reached the iron gates at the edge of the estate, I kept walking. I didn't call a taxi, nor did I
Nora’s POV I stood in the dimly lit corridor outside the living room, my hand hovering just an inch from the door handle. My left forearm was still tightly bound in stiff, white gauze, and every small movement of my leg sent pain up my side. I clutched my right hand over my chest, feeling the weak fluttering of my heart. A fool’s hope—a tiny, pathetic hope I thought I had smothered years ago—was somehow still glowing inside me. I was telling myself a story, the kind of fairytale a drowning person invents before going under for the last time. Maybe if they see me like this, I thought, my knuckles white against the door. Maybe if Adrian sees how broken I am, he will remember who I used to be to him. Maybe Natalia will see her mother hurting and feel a child’s instinct to reach out.I wanted to give them one last chance. Not for my sake, but because a part of me couldn't bear to leave this earth believing that the eight years I gave them had meant absolutely nothing. If there was even a
















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