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Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

"You don't leave trash sitting around to mold, do you?" I looked up at him in surprise. I hadn't known he had such a sharp tongue, so I couldn't help but laugh. Elias' face burned with rage. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Timothy took my hand. "I'll take you to the beach. Let's leave this disgusting thing behind." Without another glance at Elias, he led me away. … The sea breeze brushed against my skin, and I finally felt lighter. Only problem? Elias was still following us behind.

I officially returned to my post as a forensic pathologist. I heard Maddox was transferred elsewhere, but I didn't care. He did come to me once, asking to get back together. But after I harshly humiliated him, he backed off. After everything was finally settled, I took leave and returned to my hometown. I handed the mother worm I had taken from Jessica to my Grandaunt Tabitha, who knew how to dispose of it. With some effort, she burned the mother worm to death. Once the mother worm died, the child worm inside me disappeared as well.

However, my voice came through the speakers. "Wade, I wish you a happy marriage. By the time you see this video, I'll already be dead. I don't care about who's right or wrong anymore. "I just want you to know that I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being! If I get a second chance at life, I never want to see you again." My final words were hollow, agonizing, and ice-cold. My ethereal voice sounded like a judgment delivered straight from hell.

I think I saw him come close too. He cleared his throat. Oh my God. Fuck. What just happened? And thanks to the darkness that had hidden the humiliation that swept across my face. “How are you planning on taking your assets from him?” His voice was soft but intently sharp. I wish I don't have to talk again. I felt my stomach twitch painfully. Pain stabbed by my side. I chewed my teeth and tried to hide it. I sipped enough breath to steady my voice, I pressed my back against the stones, so that I was comfortable, “He gave Lily my mother's heirloom and she ruined it, that was his second chance. He only has one left now,” I replied.

"It can't be restored. Damon, dead people don't come back, and destroyed things don't return to what they were." His lips moved, but no words came out. Once, he could always force the world back into his rhythm. He was gentle, decent, patient in the way powerful men are patient, allowing me the occasional anger, allowing me to struggle a little inside his palm. It had never occurred to him that one day I would walk out of that palm for good. Commission men began clearing the room. Selena's screams had faded, leaving only rain tapping against the glass. Damon asked in a low voice, "Is the divorce part of the Commission ruling too?"

This time, I did not look back. “Do not come after me,” I said. Then I left him standing outside the clinic with the past he had chosen.

But I no longer had the strength to respond. The wind died down. The last sliver of the sun vanished from the horizon. Right here, in the place where my dreams once began, I finally closed my eyes. Vera, in this war, I'm the first to leave the field. In the next life, I hope I never meet you again. One month after Mylo’s death, Vera became a precision-engineered machine, carrying out every last one of his wishes. First, she settled the accounts with Diane. Using the most ruthless methods possible, she seized every illegal asset under Diane’s name, forcing her out of the industry for good.

"This is your fault, you bitch! You're the one who messed everything up. Get the hell away from me! Just go!" Watching the ridiculous scene, I took Jimmy's hand and walked off like nothing had happened. He'd set up a private lounge and taken me to see the most breathtaking sunset at the hunting grounds. … Two months later, late one night, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Half-asleep, I answered. It was Jerry, and his voice was slurred. "Did we ever have a pup?" He was obviously drunk. He must've come across the clinic report I'd left behind.

"...a stunning and terrifying sequence of events unfolding at the Mercer estate in the Hamptons..." I broke the kiss, my pitch-black eyes immediately snapping toward the massive flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. Graham had left it on a rolling news network, the volume muted. But in our heated distraction, someone—perhaps a nurse checking the vitals monitor outside the door—had accidentally triggered the audio sync. Thea turned her head against her pillows, her dark eyes widening as she stared at the screen. The glaring red banner at the bottom of the broadcast read: MERCER CONSPIRACY UNCOVERED: ARRESTS MADE.