At the End of the Tunnel
GwenRemorse FamilyKarmaFace SlappingBiasScumbagHypocrisyTragic LovePlot TwistsMelodramatic
Just because I accidentally broke my adopted sister’s bracelet, my brother threw me into the black market to “learn my lesson.”
By the time I was rescued, I had been tortured so brutally that I was barely recognizable. It was Elijah York who risked his own life to pull me out of that hellhole. When we finally escaped, his blood had soaked my clothes, yet he held me tightly against his chest and whispered that he would never regret it.
For three years after that, I drifted between moments of clarity and bouts of pure madness. I despised myself, constantly feeling dirty and broken, but Elijah always treated me like a princess.
Until this day, my mind was, for once, clear. Caressing the tiny new life I had just discovered growing inside my womb, I was overflowing with joy as I hurried to surprise him. However, right outside his office door, I overheard a conversation between him and my brother.
“Did you actually catch feelings after playing a part for so long? Don’t forget that in three months, it will be the optimal window for Chloe’s bone marrow transplant.”
Elijah let out a low, amused scoff, his tone indifferent.
“I’ve been drugging Nora for three years. Everyone thinks she’s completely lost her mind by now. Legally, she is my wife, and I hold full guardianship over her. That’s the only way the bone marrow extraction process remains completely legal and compliant.”
I froze right where I stood, the blood freezing in my veins.