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Zira POVThe small wooden cabin on the edge of the woods outside Hawthorne had become my prison and my sanctuary.Five years.Five long, brutal years since that day in the parking lot when Tristan shattered what was left of my heart. The stress had taken everything. The miscarriage in the hospital weeks later — our baby, lost before I even knew I was carrying — had broken the last piece of me. I moved out of my apartment the same week, sold everything, and disappeared into these woods. No social media. No contact with the old life. Just silence, therapy sessions, and the endless ache of betrayal.I was thirty-four now. The curvy body that once drew whispers was still full and soft, but it carried new scars — stretch marks from the pregnancy I lost, faint lines around my green eyes from too many sleepless nights. My long wavy black hair was usually tied back in a simple braid. I taught online literature courses under a different name. Quiet. Hidden. Surviving.Tonight the woods were

Last Updated : 2026-07-13

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ZIRA POVThe motel room felt smaller every hour.I hadn’t slept since Tristan left. Three days of pacing, of staring at the door, of jumping at every sound. My green eyes were bloodshot, my curvy body heavy with exhaustion and the ghost of the child I had lost five years ago. The miscarriage had taken more than a life — it had taken the last fragile piece of hope I had clung to after his betrayal.I couldn’t stay here. Not with him circling like a predator.I packed my few belongings in the middle of the night, hands shaking as I zipped the bag. The crescent moon scar on his neck haunted me. The wolf in the woods. The way his eyes had glowed with the same intelligence. It couldn’t be coincidence. Nothing in my life had been coincidence since the day I bumped into him.The drive back to the cabin was a blur of dark roads and racing thoughts. When I pulled up, the woods were silent. Too silent. I locked every window and door, then sat on the couch with a kitchen knife on my lap, staring

Last Updated : 2026-07-15

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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

Last Updated : 2026-07-17

All Chapters of His Grades. Her Rules: Our Ruin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

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