เข้าสู่ระบบEpilogueFIVE YEARS LATER.Third Person POV“Are you serious?” Melissa splutters, staring at the monitor in awe. “I… how did that happen?”The ultrasound technician laughs. “Do you want me to tell you how babies happen?”“Yeah, I think we know that process pretty well,” Zane jokes, and Melissa slaps his arm.They’re in a clinic, celebrating their third wedding anniversary together. It’s an odd place to celebrate for sure, but Melissa can’t deal with her nausea anymore and she figured maybe it’s time to find out if her suspicions are true.And they are true.Melissa is pregnant.With twins.“Six weeks pregnant,” she says, roaming the ultrasound wand around. “Did you not have any symptoms apart from nausea?”“No,” Melissa says, shaking her head in amazement. “My period became a bit irregular for the past year, but that’s only because my clothing line is going international, and I’ve been stressed out.”“You would be less stressed out if you let me help.” Zane kisses her hand. “Come on.
Melissa’s POVMy chest tightens. “Andrew, please. Drive faster….”“I am,” Andrew says, shaking as he glances at Zane. “You need to hold on, brother. You need to make it. Please!”With that, he guns it. The police are way too busy going to the area to stop him. I look back as Lottie settles on my lap, and I manage to see the officers pinning Eleanor to the side of the street, arresting her.It’s all over.Eleanor will be put behind bars.Hunter is dead.But Zane….I don’t want to think about it. Even when we arrive at the hospital, I refuse to think about it.The nurses and doctors take Zane in immediately, bringing him to the operating room.Andrew and I sit out front, getting treated by nurses. Lottie is snuggled against Andrew, still crying. That’s the only sound that passes between all of us. I just watch the door, wondering what they’re doing to Zane. Wondering what happened to him.Wondering if he’s going to make it.Hours pass. I’m heavily reminded of waiting around for Allie’s
Melissa’s POVTime was already slow before, but now, it completely stops.The bullet I fired shoots to the side, completely useless, while Zane sinks to his knees, his eyes still wide in shock. Blood starts to flow from the top of his head to his face, streaming down his cheeks like tears. He raises a hand like he’s reaching for me, but I stand there, completely frozen.Meanwhile, Hunter spits out blood and laughs, raising his gun to fire more. “I warned you. I will kill all of you.”I don’t know what hit me. The idea of death and killing someone has always been too much for me, especially when Allie died. It’s too dark, a concept that I never allowed myself to think about, even when Eleanor’s abuse was at its worst.But seeing Zane like that, understanding the possibility that this is the end of his life… it broke something in me.I start to fire the gun. Over and over. As many times as I can. This time, my aim remains true. The bullets don’t ricochet. They all hit Hunter. On his che
Melissa’s POVEverything around me is dark.The last thing I remember is Hunter grabbing me by the hair and slamming the side of my head against the open panel in the elevator. I remember the blood. I remember the vision blurring. I remember flashes of being taken into a car, right into a warehouse. Lottie was there, and Eleanor too. Eleanor who slapped me many times and brought me into complete darkness….And now I’m waking up.The first thing I feel is pain. It seems to be… everywhere. In my head, my wrists, my ankles, my mouth. I try to take a deep breath, but then I feel the gag in my mouth. I almost throw up. My mouth opens into a muffled scream.But then I feel a hand behind my back.Thinking it’s Eleanor, I try to push my chair back. My eyes are adjusting to the dim light of the small candles around me, and I’m almost certain I will see her face.Only to hear a familiar voice.“It’s me. Calm down.”Did I die? Am I dreaming?Or is it really Zane that I’m hearing?My eyes fill up
Third Person POVZane can feel that something is wrong.Something thick and foreboding hung in the air, like a warning. He can’t stay still in his seat, so he exits his car and looks at the building, trying to see if he can spot Melissa either from the penthouse window or at the entrance.But just then, the lights in the penthouse turn off. Some of the staff start to leave. His heart jumps out in his chest, and he starts to walk to the office.“Hello?” Zane says to one of the women. “My girlfriend went in there to see someone it’s been twenty minutes and she was supposed to see Andrew.”The women look at each other. One of them looks familiar. Zane is almost certain he’s seen her with Andrew many times. She must be his secretary. “I’m sorry, but no woman came to see me for the last, like… five hours. Are you sure she went here?”That’s all the confirmation Zane needs.Forgetting about everything, he rushes to the building. It’s still open, bright and inviting. But there’s something si
Melissa’s POV“There must be something that we can do. Something more.”Zane’s hands are tight around the steering wheel, his knuckles white. His eyes are intense on the busy street. Even though he’s focused and still, I can tell that he’s tense. It almost feels like his soul is trying to jump out of his body.I don’t blame him.We just came back to the city after what happened. We called the authorities in the province informing them of what happened. We turned the man in, and he did confess.But it seemed that the local police is in Eleanor’s pockets, because they didn’t do anything.“There’s no evidence,” was all they could tell us. “Now this man is a known drug addict here. His word can’t be trusted. For all we know, you bribed him to tell us what you wanted him to tell us.”No matter what we said to them, no matter how hard we tried to convince them that we’re not lying, they didn’t listen.Now we’re back, and it’s like nothing happened. The only thing that reminds me that everyt







