Chapter 11
I had left. Every trace of me–gone. And I knew the moment Troy opened that door, he’d be greeted by nothing but cold, lifeless silence
No heels scattered by the hallway. No mug on the counter with lipstick smudges. Not even the soft throw I always curled up in on the sofa. I folded it neatly before leaving. I wanted him to feel it–the emptiness. I wanted it to hit him like a punch to the chest
I imagined him frowning, calling out my name, expecting my usual tantrum, the slamming of doors, the stubborn silence after arguments that never ended with real apologies. But this time… I was truly gone.X
He would head upstairs, probably still believing I was pouting somewhere. That rd come running out eventually, throwing another fit. But instead – He’d find the closet, emptied of my clothes.
The vanity stripped of my perfume and skincare. Even the book I always reread was no longer on the bedside table
I erased myself. I knew him too well–he’d pull out his phone and dial me, thinking I’d just blocked him from the house, not from my life.
But all he’d hear would be the robotic voice: “The number you dialed is unavailable…”
He’d try again. Same message. Again. And again.
Then he’d open our chat, only to see-“Message sent but rejected by the other party.”
I blocked him. Blocked him from every possible way of reaching me X
I didn’t leave a letter. I didn’t owe him one. But I had sent the ring… to the person who needed to see it most
“Mr. Green… is Mrs. Green not at home?” his assistant probably asked behind him.
And I knew Troy. He would’ve said something cold, detached, like: “She ran away“!
He’d convince himself I was just angry again, that I’d be back after throwing a fit, like I always did.
He never took me seriously. He never believed I had it in me to leave it
In his mind, it would just be another one of my so–called dramas–me storming out, sulking for a few days, then crawling back with puffy eyes and trembling hands, tugging at his sleeve.
Troy Green, I’m really mad this time… can you fix it?!!
That’s how it always was. And he always gave me just enough crumbs to stay. But I was tired of crumbs. I was tired of loving a man whose heart had already belonged to someone else someone I could never compete with. Someone he should’ve never looked at that way to begin with.
Even now, he probably still believed I’d come b back. Because men like Troy
by Green never think they can be left. They think being needed is the same as being loved.
But this time… I chose myself. And just when his assistant was about to reach out, maybe call around to find me-!
Bianca came in. In her perfect little dress. With that triumphant, disgusting smile.
“Stop looking for her,” she probably purred. “She’s not coming back “X
I could imagine Troy turning to her, eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?“|
“She left you,” Bianca would say. And then, like she’d rehearsed the whole thing, she’d dangle the ring in front of him. My ring. “She gave this to me. Said she’s going to live her own life and never come back,”
Did his chest tighten? Did his breath catch? Did he realize… I finally meant it?
Bianca would tell him everything–I’m sure of it. She wanted him to know. About the photos and the videos in his private room. About the kiss Troy thought no one saw. About what I said before I walked away: “I wish you both a happy marriage“))
Then, like the twisted woman she is, she’d throw herself into his arms.
“Troy_. I didn’t think you felt that way about me,” she’d whisper.X
“Tve always liked you too. We’re not really family, right? So… can we finally be together?”
I bet he stood there frozen, like he’d been hit by a storm he never saw coming.
He would finally understand.
That I knew!
That I had always known.
That he married me, not out of love, but out of guilt. Out of desperation to bury what he truly felt.
And now,
was gone. And he had to live with what he chose
Maybe he asked her quietly, voice trembling-“Did Thalia say where she went?”
Bianca wouldn’t like that. She’d scream, she’d cry, she’d accuse him,
“Don’t tell me you actually love her!” she’d shout. “Do you?!“}
And when he didn’t answer, she’d run. She always needed an audience for her tantrums. She’d run to the second floor landing, threatening to jump
“Troy“” she’d scream. “Tell me now! Do you love her?! If you do, l jump!”
He would beg her not to. She’d demand he choose herl
And finally, when his head pounded and his heart was heavy, he’d break
Fine I stay”
She’d smile. Laugh, even. Throw herself at him like she won.
And maybe she did. But in that victory, she’d never feel peace.
Because no matter how loud she screams, she’ll never be able to silence the truth.
She was his obsession. But I was the one he lost.
And as for his assistant, still standing awkwardly in the background, I imagine he whispered gently: “Mr. Green… should we still try to contact her?”}
Only for Bianca to snap at him. “Contact her? Why would you ask my brother to contact that useless bitch when she already left? She’s just a placeholder! She’s nothing now!”
Troy wouldn’t say a word. He would just close his eyes and signal the man to leave.
And maybe, as the assistant walked away, he said the only truth left in that house-
“Mr. Green, I hope you won’t regret it.”
Because I wouldn’t be there when he did. Not anymore.
