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The prison walls were cold, suffocating. Each passing day blurred into the next, a never–ending cycle of monotony and regret
I used to think I was strong, that I could handle anything life threw at me. But there, stripped of everything. I realized just how weak I had become.
In the end, after everything I did, I ended up in prison. The same place where Lucas‘ father had died.
A cruel twist of fate.
What did I really expect from the start?
For Liam to suffer after losing Amelia and Theodore?
Or had I simply wanted them all to disappear from my life so I could feel at peace?
I was not sure anymore.
Somewhere along the way, my heart had been consumed by hatred, and I had lost sight of what I was even fighting for.
Since when did these evil thoughts take root inside me?
Would things have been different if Liam had chosen me from the start?
Would I have been happy if I had been the one standing beside him, instead of Amelia?
It did not matter anymore.
Prison had a way of breaking you, of stripping away every false illusion until only the raw truth remained.
There was no escape from my own mind here.
The bullying, the harsh treatment, the way the guards looked at me with disdain–it was all part of the punishment.
But suddenly, Liam’s voice echoed in my head.
“No, Evelyn. Your boyfriend made that decision himself. He chose to end his life because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his own actions. He couldn’t accept losing his job and his freedom. And so, he left this world by
his own hand.”
Back then, I had refused to admit it.
But that time, sitting in this cell with nothing but my own thoughts to haunt me, I finally saw the truth.
Liam had been right.
I just did not want to believe that the man I had fought so hard for had never truly loved me.
That I had been nothing more than a tool to him–a means to an end.
He had used me, just like I had used Liam’s pain as an excuse to justify my own darkness.
I thought I wanted revenge. But in the end, the only people I had truly hurt were Amelia and Theodore.
Maybe, deep down, I never truly wanted to see Liam in pain. Because I had loved him.
I used to love him. And yet, Liam had never once looked at me the way he looked at Amelia.
Even when I was right in front of him, even when I fought by his side in court, even when I was his closest friend
Forget Me On Farewel Forever
El clenched my fists, pressing my nails into my palm until the pain grounded me.
I had always thought I was strong. But in the end, I was just a fool.
A fool who had spent years chasing after a love that never belonged to me.
I remembered the first time I met Lucas‘ father.
Back then, I had believed it was fate. That perhaps he had been sent to me as a chance to move on, to start ove
But I was wrong.
He had never loved me either. His sweet words, his gentle touches–it had all been an act.
And I had fallen for it like the desperate, naive girl I had always been.
The night he was sentenced, I found out I was pregnant. I had been terrified, but also hopeful.
I had thought–maybe that child would be a new beginning. Maybe, for once, I would not be alone.
But when I told him, he looked at me with nothing but cold indifference. “Abort the child. I have no intention of having a child with you.”
Those were his final words to me before he was dragged away to prison.
I had clutched my stomach that day, vowing that no matter what, I would protect my baby.
Even when I received the news of his suicide while I was struggling to give birth to Lucas, I had refused to let m
pain consume me
But after that…something inside me snapped,
Liam had sentenced Lucas‘ father to prison.
And yet, while I suffered, while I raised a child alone, while I mourned–Liam had continued living happily with
Amelia and Theodore.
It had been too much to bear. So, I sought revenge.
I found someone who shared my hatred for Liam, someone who had been waiting for an opportunity to strike.
I helped him escape his sentence early, worked with him to destroy Liam’s life.
But I failed.
When I could not kill Liam, I manipulated his memory.
When Amelia and Theodore survived, I tried to finish them myself.
I had become a monster, drowning in my own darkness.
And in the end, I had not destroyed Liam. I had only destroyed myself.
Maybe I had been mad at Liam. Mad that he never chose me, mad that he took away Lucas‘ father, mad that he lived happily without me.
But more than anything, I was mad at myself, for being so weak, so blind.
I closed my eyes, letting the weight of my choices sink in.
Perhaps that was where I was always meant to end up.
Perhaps that was my punishment for all the pain I had caused.
“Let me finish my cursed life.”
Liam’s POV
It had been a year since Amelia returned to City A.
