ZIRA POVThe monitors beeped in a steady, mocking rhythm.I lay on the narrow hospital bed, the thin blanket pulled up to my chin, my curvy body still aching from the collapse that had taken me down three days earlier. My green eyes stared at the ceiling tiles, counting the holes like they could hold answers. Five years of running. Five years of hiding in the woods, then the motel, then this quiet hospital room where no one could reach me. And still, Tristan had found me.He had found me.The thought burned like acid in my chest. That cold smirk. The way he had looked at me like I was nothing but a broken toy he had finally discarded. “You’re nothing but a desperate, curvy slut who got wet for her own student.” The words echoed every time I closed my eyes. Every time I touched the faint scars on my thighs from the miscarriage that had taken our baby. The stress had been unbearable. The pressure of the scandal, of his betrayal, of watching him walk away with that smug look on his fa
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