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I would pack Luna’s things and mine, leave this city, run my business remotely, and leave the house that still smelled like Mark, leave the woman who had quietly taken my place in my daughter’s stories and my damn husband’s bed. I will go for a clean break. A new start somewhere the neighbors didn’t know my shame. And right now, just one reckless night with the man who looked at me like I was worth ruining for… it didn’t feel like betrayal anymore. It felt like survival. I lifted my chin, met his gaze, and let another tear fall on purpose. “Yes,” I whispered. “It is.” The words barely left my mouth before I moved. I grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled him down hard. My mo

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

Lauren snatched the shard from my hand, her slender fingers trembling faintly under the sunlight. The moment she clearly made out the letters engraved on it, the once arrogant and imposing Miss Hayes suddenly found her breathing turning rapid.

"Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..." Now, Isabella Torrino was going to die. "One. Detonate!" A massive explosion lit up the distant sky, a fireball roaring into the night. I stared at the flames, and for the first time, I didn't cry. Isabella Torrino was dead. And a new woman was born from her ashes. —————— Vincent's POV I walked into the mansion at 10:30 p.m. to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

He said, gazing at me with fury and left. The door slammed shut behind him, locking me in darkness once more. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to stand. My legs felt like jelly, my body ached and my heart… my heart was completely shattered. Why? Why is this happening to me? First, it was Alex who shattered my trust… and now Daniel, the man I once thought was dead, had returned to destroy what was left of me. What did I ever do to deserve this kind of pain? Can’t I be happy, even for a moment? Can’t I live without constantly looking over my shoulder or fearing for the people I love?

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

Chapter Ninety Six: Peace The room was quiet, the hum of the evening outside barely heard through the windows. Rachel sat on the bed, pulled her knees up close to her chest, and looked down at her hands. It had been an emotional day in surges which would leave one drained and still feel lighter than it had in weeks. She had heard Noah's words, taken the weight of his forgiveness, and finally-finally-allowed herself to believe that moving on was possible.

Those were the nights I felt the safeties, the most secure. Yet my heart isn’t here anymore. I feel so numb to the world around me. I’m terrified most days to even open the blinds. I’m scared to look in the mirror. I can feel the difference inside of me. I am broken. The days are endless filled with fear and pain that break me in every way. I curl in a ball on the bed and cry. I can’t help the pain. I know I shouldn’t feel like a whiny bitch. I’m not the woman he killed. I’m just the woman he tortured. The woman he got off too multiple times a day. It replays in my mind over and over again. I know none of this is really my fault, I know I shouldn’t be allowing this to break me. But honestly,