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“Finn, you’ve gone too far this time. You’ve crossed the line. If you don’t apologize to Joseph, we’re done.” With that, the door slammed shut. I stared down at the puddle of coffee on the floor. My reflection in it looked warped, almost unrecognizable. The ink from the transfer form had spread across the page, soaking everything, just like my feelings that had slowly bled out over the past seven years. What was left to hold onto? Nothing. With a quiet sigh, I took out my phone and dialed the director’s number. “About the transfer to Seaview… I’d like to expedite it. Yes, I’m ready to go this week. I’ll start preparing everything right away.”

“You have shamed this family.” Enzo looked at me, and there was no anger left in his eyes now, only unfamiliar coldness. His attention had already returned to Chiara. He did not even notice me anymore. I walked back to my room and picked up the suitcase. I placed the medical proof of miscarriage on top of the divorce agreement. Then I left the envelope on the bedside table where someone would find it. They would know what they had lost. It was my time to leave forever.

In the end, I went to a breeding facility. It cost me fifteen dollars to buy one that was jumping all over the place. I'll never forget how surprised and touched Seth looked. "Nevaeh, you're so kind to me." I felt so guilty. I just wanted to repay him for saving me. Then, Seth heard about another remedy consisting of a centipede boiled in water. He wanted me to catch a huge one, over one foot long. Later on, he told me to boil wasp tails in water. Over the course of a year, he had me looking for all sorts of dangerous bugs to help his legs.

It was footage of Chelsea’s ordeal. I picked up the remote and switched to a children’s channel. The rotten flesh from the past had been removed. The wound had scabbed over and grown new flesh. The warm sunlight outside the window fell gently on the cradle. I closed my eyes. Not a trace of gloom remained in my life.

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

Samuel's puzzled voice came from behind me. "Ms. Johnson, you're taking the cable car down? You're not walking?" I turned around and met the confusion in both Samuel's and Hayden's eyes. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. For three years, ninety-nine visits to draw a fortune stick. Every time, I had climbed the mountain on my knees. Then I limped all the way back down. All of it was to show heaven how sincere I was. I thought if I was sincere enough, I would eventually receive a supreme blessing.

The crawls to the bed and pulls it out. "1234 mctavish street. I'll be waiting for you my dear"

Linda frowned, cutting him off. “Zoey never told you about the contract, did she? You were never really engaged.” Adrian’s brows furrowed. “What contract? What are you talking about?” Seeing that he was truly in the dark, Linda pulled out the original document Zoey had signed. Adrian took it, reading each line carefully. The deeper he read, the darker his expression grew. By the time he reached the end, his hands were trembling. The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor.

Unease crept up his spine. "Rowena," he called again, forcing calm into his voice. "I'm not blaming you for this. Stop hiding. Let's make up." In the study, he finally saw it. A document lay neatly on the desk. It was the Mate Bond Severance Agreement. Before leaving, Rowena had asked Alan to help submit the application. She had also taken the Bond-Severing Serum. The words "sever the mate bond" slammed into Garrick's vision. He snatched up the document in disbelief and instinctively reached through the mind link, calling Rowena's name.

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.