Chapter 7
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The fever had taken its toll. I was buming up, my skin flushed and clammy, but Troy insisted on taking care of me, hovering over me It would make up for everything he’d done.!!
He brought me water, checked my temperature every hour, and even tucked me in when I drifted off to sleep. It felt strange, this tender care, but I couldn’t bring myself to trust it. I knew better. I knew the truth, even if he didn’t think I did.
By the third day, the fever had broken. I was exhausted, but I could stand without swaying. The ache in my chest from everything that had happened didn’t fade, but at least the physical pain was gone.
Late that night, I couldn’t sleep. My throat was dry, and I felt the hunger creeping in, so I decided to go downstairs to grab something to eat. The house was quiet, too quiet, as I crept down the stairs, hoping not to wake anyone
But as I turned the comer into the living room, I stopped dead.
Troy was sitting on the couch, his arm draped over Bianca’s shoulders. She was sleeping, her head resting against his chest, her legs tucked under a blanket. I was about to turn around and go back to my room when I saw it. Troy leaned down and kissed Bianca softly on the lips. My heart stopped.
He pulled away for a second, his voice low, barely audible. I love you, Bianca. I’ve always loved you. I couldn’t say it before, but you’re the
one for me”
My breath hitched, a wave of cold nausea washing over me. I stepped back into the shadows, too stunned to move, my mind reeling.
I already knew the truth. I’d seen the way he looked at her, the way he took care of her, always defending her, always putting her first. But hearing him say those words–those words that were meant for me, once–cut deeper than I expected X
I fought to stay calm, to breathe through the pain. I wasn’t going to break down again. Not this time. I turned away and made my way back to my room, my mind a whirlwind of anger and heartbreak.
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Everything was clearer now. The facade, the pretense, the lie that had been my life with Troy–it all collapsed in that moment. I couldn’t stay here anymore.
I pulled my laptop from the drawer and checked my email. The subject line made my heart race Your Visa Has Been Approved.
And right beneath it, a message from my lawyer The Divorce Papers Are Ready.
I stared at the screen, my hands trembling. It was happening. It was finally happening. I could leave. I could escape this nightmare.
I smiled to myself, a genuine smile. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a glimmer of hope.!
The next morning, I made a call to my brother. “See you soon.” I whispered, the excitement in my chest blooming. “I’ll be there. I’ll be free.“}
But fate had other plans.
As soon as Troy left for work, I started gathering my things. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was leaving today.
But the house felt wrong. The air was thick, and I couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach. I had just finished packing
a bag when I heard the first crash. The sound of glass breaking echoed from downstairs. My heart leaped into my throat
I rushed to the window and saw men–thugs, their faces obscured by masks–sneaking through the yard. The alarm system was blaring, but it was too late. They were already inside, and bodyguards were knocked out.
I ran to the door to warn Bianca, but I wasn’t fast enough.
They stormed into the room, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me away from the door. Bianca screamed as she tried to fight them off, but they overpowered her too. We were trapped
“Get them both,” one of the men growled, his voice rough
