Novel & Cerita His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom

Victor was free. The words echoed in my head like a drumbeat, relentless and terrifying. Victor was free. Victor was free. Victor was free. No matter how many times I repeated them, they didn't feel real. They couldn't be real. He was supposed to be locked away forever. He was supposed to be powerless. He was supposed to be gone.

Then, somewhere deep inside all that pain… something flickered. A tiny spark. It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t hope. It was something sharper. Stronger. It was freedom. She was free. Truly free. And yet… Freedom wasn’t enough. Not after what he did. Not after what he took. She stopped in the middle of the street. Rain poured down her face, but her lips curled into a quiet, trembling smile. “I’ll make him pay,” she whispered to herself. Her voice was barely audible over the storm. “I will make him regret the day he ever signed that marriage deal.”

I hated myself for never truly noticing, but I always kept my distance, never wanting to overstep and cause problems. "Don't you see, though, this is my opportunity for freedom. I will be free from the memories of him, free from the bond pulling us together. I'll be able to breathe again. I know it won't kill him, but he will lose half himself and constantly suffer. He will suffer every day he is alive. He will suffer as I did." She said, her voice strong as she wiped away the tears.

I felt the sting of every forced smile, every hollow congratulation, and I resolved that I would not let these expectations silence the part of me that still dreamed of freedom. As I rose from the chair and prepared to leave the ballroom, I took one last look at the reflection in the window—a tired but determined woman, whose eyes held a promise of resistance. I stepped out into the cool night air, the quiet murmur of the city welcoming me as I began the long, uncertain journey ahead. In that moment, I silently vowed that tomorrow, amid the endless demands of this life, I would start searching for cracks in this gilded cage—a way to reclaim my voice, my dreams, and the freedom that had been

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

I closed my eyes, letting my body melt into his warmth, even as my soul recoiled. Let him think I belong to him. For now. Because one day, when he least expected it— I will remind him what it felt like to lose your freedom. To be separated from your family. Just like he’d done to me. And when that day came? I won’t need to scream my real name. He’ll already know exactly who I am. ****

I was supposed to leave tomorrow, but thanks to Nick's video shoot, I have another two nights to spend here—that is, today and tomorrow. Then, on Monday morning, I will start another chapter of my life. I am turning this page that has denied me so much, this page that has been so mean to me. I am turning this page, which is full of fear, distress, regrets, and sadness. I am closing this pathetic chapter and opening a new one. I don't know how it will turn out, but failure is not in the picture. It's a tough decision I had to make; it's a dangerous and slippery road I have chosen for myself, but I am willing to go through it all. I will crawl in the mud if need be, as long as I get my freedom

“You’re mine. That’s all that matters.” We lie like that for a long time. No words. No noise. Just the heartbeat of a life we almost lost. And tomorrow? Tomorrow I’ll open the Mine's ledgers again. I’ll pick up the phone and speak to the board. I’ll play one note on the piano, and maybe another. I’ll begin again. Because I survived. Because she stood by me. Because freedom didn’t come all at once. But it came. And I’m still learning how to wear it.

No one stopping me. I walked through it. Behind me, someone called my name. Lily. Elena. Didn't matter. I kept walking. Free. Finally free. Not because I got revenge. Because I let it go. THE END

"He didn't show any remorse, he didn't care, he only mocked me for not being able to have a child for him. I felt so shattered hearing things like that from him after everything I had to put up with him and his parents. I was no wife but a slave and a pet. "Rather than being hurt, I decided to see it as a chance to freedom so I divorced him. Fate brought me back to the man I loved first and this time, he convinced me that things would work out between us. I didn't want to love him because I still didn't believe i could fit in in his world but after meeting his parents, his family, I had never felt so loved. "So I told myself, i deserve a chance at happiness. As every single one of us in this