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~ Days before. Sabrina was falling—endlessly falling. Air whipped at her clothes and past her ears, her lips parted in a noiseless scream as she twisted mid-air, tears streaming down her cheeks. She plummeted fast, but for her, time felt unbearably slow. There was nothing to grab onto, nothing to break her fall. She was going to die. At that thought, Sabrina gave up. She accepted this reality, her inevitable end. What other choice did she have? Her will to live had already been stripped away. Everything she’d ever cared about—her mother, her trust, her family’s legacy—was gone. Now her life would be taken, too.

The online community began to doubt Sabrina's act, suspecting that Harold and I were just playing our parts according to a script. Sabrina tried to explain in her live stream that this was all my dirty trick to smear her name. When the timing was right, I released the recording of Sabrina asking me to be her surrogate. "Abby, please, have a baby for me. It won't hurt you at all. I'm just borrowing your womb for a few months. "It won't cost you a dime, and you get a son, too. It's like a retirement plan for you and a solution for me. Isn't it perfect?"

It would tear him apart, create so many questions, and the last thing he deserved was for his life to be turned upside down just because Sabrina had decided after all this time that she wanted him in her life. “Here,” she said, and offered me a business card. I studied it. She was some kind of executive consultant, and her offices were based right here in Seattle. “That’s my number. Text me the address. I’ll meet you in the morning. I’ll clear space in my calendar.” I frowned, still staring at the card. “You’ve…been based in Seattle all this time?” “We’ll talk tomorrow,” Sabrina said and turned away from me, walking to the elevator on high stiletto heels. She didn’t look back while she waite

Actually doubted a dying woman because of Evangeline's bitter accusations. Sabrina had been looking healthier lately, true. But that was because she was happy. Because she was doing meaningful work, feeling accomplished, living her final months with purpose instead of wasting away in despair. I'd helped her do that. Given her something to fight for. Two days later, Sabrina mentioned she had a dinner meeting with a potential client at Le Jardin, one of the city's upscale restaurants. "Would you come with me?" she asked. "I could use your support. This client is important."

“Sabrina asked me to accompany her to the club and wanted me to wear clothes like this. Even though I refused, but—“ “Sabrina?” Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze sharpened. Jasmine nodded slightly. “She’s a college friend. Sabrina Worthington.” Mr. Hawthorne smirked, his expression reflecting anger and dissatisfaction. “At first, I thought she was just a minor nuisance. But it turns out she’s much more troublesome than I anticipated.”

he snapped. Sabrina. That woman. If I would be asked to choose between Autumn and Sabrina, I would choose Autumn. Without a doubt. Sabrina was the worst woman that you could fall with. She was hiding a lot of skeletons under her closets. I did not know if the beta was aware of that. Maybe he was not seeing how he kept on staying at the woman’s side. Without fail.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

“I should go. Keene must have been wondering if we came back or not.” I followed her to the door. “You can just tell me if you don’t trust me, you know.” She turned around. “You’re right. I don’t know you to trust you. What I did today was just a part of your two weeks package.” Two weeks package, my arse. I was not so dumb not to notice if she fancied being around me or not. So, what was the deal with her denial? “Tomorrow, we—” “I want to stay at the cabin tomorrow.” I cut her off.

Sophie jumps into my arms and Val stares at her. I try to shield her and get Betty to get her away. “That is Sedit’s child!” Val yells. “Get away from her,” Sabrina yells from the stairs. “Betty, get her out of here.” “You are alive!” Val stares at Sabrina. “Not to you,” she stands in front of him. “To you, your family, your gang of thugs, I am dead. Sabrina Zenith died a long time ago. My name is Sabrina Sol. My daughter is Sophie Sol.”

Sabrina looked up at the ceiling and spoke to herself, "I want to start everything anew. Without the interference of David and Andrei who always show up in my life. I want to find out who I really am and be happier in whichever version of me that existed before everything became complicated." She knew that starting over wouldn't be easy, and perhaps some memories from the past would never return. But she was ready to face it. She wanted to be her true self, not someone caught in the battle between supernatural beings. The next day, Sabrina sat at a small table with her laptop open in front of her. The atmosphere in her flat was quiet, with only the sound of her typing. After hours of searchi