Morgan claimed seeing me hurt made him sad, but the needle marks on my arm were his fault. He had to stop lying.

Anger and humiliation piled up until I was ready to blurt out everything.

Just then, his bodyguard pushed the door open, looking anxious as he hurried over to whisper in his ear. I'd always had sharp hearing, so I clearly heard the bodyguard say Evelyn refused to eat and would only do so if Morgan coaxed her.

When I saw the flicker of panic in Morgan's eyes, my heart sank again.

"Jazz, I've got some work to attend to. I need to go, so take care of yourself," he said.

I didn't answer. Instead, I turned my head and let the tears fall. I wondered if he would feel regret when he realized one day that he'd loved the wrong person.

I decided not to tell him the truth now. If I did, he would never let me leave. I would only tell him that I'd saved him all those years ago after I left. I wanted him to drown in regret. By then, he would've lost me forever.

An hour later, my phone chimed. It was a video from Evelyn.

In the video, Morgan blew on the food to cool it and fed it to her, his eyes full of a tenderness I'd never seen. My parents, who were always stern and proper, put on a goofy show just to make her smile. The laughter on the screen clashed harshly with my quiet sobbing in the hospital room.

Only then did it hit me—after all these years, I was still the invisible person that nobody bothered to care for when sick.

Grief tore through me. I cried until my body shook and my breath came in short gasps.

When I finally stopped, I called my professor, a world-renowned doctor. "Professor Lakeworth, I've decided. I'll leave for Orzelia in three days to further my studies. I'll never return here."

…

I quickly arranged to be discharged from the hospital after a day of recovery. I wanted to wrap things up and get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

While packing, I stared at a photo of me and Morgan. My eyes were full of longing, resentment, and the sting of betrayal. However, none of it mattered anymore. I was leaving, and I would forget him.

I'd barely composed myself when Morgan pulled me into a tight embrace. "Why didn't you call me to pick you up when you got discharged, Jazz?"

I flinched at his voice. Then, I said calmly, "I know you're busy with work. I didn't want to bother you."

He kissed my forehead, feeling touched. "Why are you packing?"

I clenched my fists loosely. "I want to redecorate the place a bit."

He didn't question it. Instead, he just leaned close and started telling me stories from his day at work. I looked at his tender expression, unable to untangle the knot in my chest. This was all a tender performance for Evelyn's sake.

As I swallowed my bitterness, Evelyn's sickly sweet voice rang out. "Jasmine, Morgan's so busy as the mafia boss. You're being childish by clinging to him every day."

Morgan's body went rigid. He quickly stepped away from me before defending me dotingly. "It's not like that. I'm the one clinging to her."

Evelyn didn't get mad. She merely giggled and said, "You spoil her so much. I'm jealous."

Then, she naturally slipped her arm through his and asked, "By the way, Morgan, which room am I staying in?"

My expression went cold. Morgan hurriedly explained, "Your parents were the ones who wanted her to stay here. They're going on a business trip for a few days and want us to look after Evelyn."

I saw Evelyn flash a victorious grin at me, and I thought about the day after tomorrow—when I would be leaving. I sighed softly and calmly agreed.

At dinner that night, Morgan remembered every single thing Evelyn liked to eat and kept serving her without even thinking about it. The two of them chatted away, leaving me on the sidelines. Every bite of food tasted like cardboard to me.

Noticing I was upset, Morgan immediately had someone set off a luxurious fireworks display to cheer me up.

Under the dazzling fireworks, Morgan stooped down to tie my shoelaces. He also smoothed my hair and fussed over me.

I felt bitter and in turmoil. I honestly couldn't figure out how he could put on an affectionate act so convincingly that I couldn't tell what was real anymore.

Just as he leaned in to kiss me, Evelyn walked over carrying a mango cake that would trigger my allergies. "Jasmine, I noticed that you didn't eat much at dinner, so I brought you cake. Come on, dig in!"

I caught the mango scent immediately and refused. "I'm allergic to mango. I can't eat it."

The moment I rejected her, she started tearing up. "Are you still upset with me, Jasmine?"

Morgan couldn't bear seeing her tears and tried to persuade me. "Evelyn means well, Jazz. Just eat it."

My heart turned to ice at his words. He knew she was bullying me, yet he was taking her side.

My nose stung. I wanted to refuse again, but Evelyn forced the cake into my mouth. The instant the cake touched my tongue, my breathing hitched.

I was about to call for help when she suddenly crumpled to the floor and accused me dramatically, "I just wanted to be nice to you, Jasmine. Why would you reject me?"

I shook my head to deny it, but Morgan pushed me aside in disappointment. He scooped Evelyn into his arms and carried her off. I caught the shape of her lips as she mouthed, "You're trash. You'll never beat me."

I collapsed on the ground, convulsing as I forced myself to throw up until I could finally breathe again. The fireworks were still bursting overhead, but all I felt was irony and heartbreak.

I didn't want the love Morgan had thrown my way like it was charity anymore. Just two more days and I could leave. I was so close.

…

The next morning, after Morgan left for work, I was rudely awakened by Evelyn slapping me.

She gripped my throat tightly. I thrashed, but it was in vain. She only loosened her hold on me when I was on the brink of suffocating.

"You know Morgan loves me, so why did you act so flirty with him yesterday? How pathetic can you be, Jasmine? He doesn't love you! He loves me! Get this straight—he's only thrown you a few scraps of affection because of me. You should be happy with that!" she screeched.

I touched my bruised neck, saying nothing as my tears flowed uncontrollably. I listened as Evelyn listed the ways Morgan loved her. It was only then that I realized he'd been giving me what she had rejected.

The million-dollar necklaces were cheap pieces she'd turned her nose up at, the designer gowns were in styles she didn't like, and every one of our intimate moments was just him venting on me after she'd refused him.

The more I heard, the more hollowed out I became. Yet Evelyn didn't stop rubbing salt into my wounds.

"I'll be frank with you. Your precious Morgan isn't the only one who loves me. Your parents do, too! They said that they'll give me your family's fortune once I'm fully recovered. Then, I'll marry Morgan in grand style!"

That was the last straw. I finally snapped and lunged at her without thinking. "You know exactly whether everything you've gotten was because of you or because of me!"

Evelyn didn't flinch. Instead, she became more brazen as she sneered and asked, "How do you think Morgan will destroy you when he finds out you hit the woman he loves?"

I didn't stop. I went at her like a madwoman, clawing and striking with everything I had.

"Stop this! Are you out of your mind?" Morgan's roar tore through the room. I turned and met his cold, vicious glare.

Evelyn rushed to twist the truth. "Morgan, I was worried because Jasmine wouldn't get out of bed. I was worried she might be sick, but she started hitting me the second she saw me. I…"

He gathered her tenderly into his arms and shot me a look of pure disappointment. "I can't believe you're incapable of tolerating your own cousin, Jasmine! When did you become so jealous? I don't even recognize you anymore!"

Grief and rage washed over me, leaving me unable to speak. All I did was stare him down, staying stubborn to the end.

Morgan frowned at the look on my face. With a cold edge, he ordered his subordinate, "Evan, lock Jasmine in the basement to reflect. She's only to be let out tomorrow!"

As Evan Watson and the other men dragged me away, I saw Morgan press a kiss to Evelyn's forehead. The sight shattered my heart. In that moment, I lost all faith in him.

Down in the basement, I couldn't stop thinking about the abuse from my parents when I was little. The pain surged in the dark until terror consumed me, making me shake uncontrollably.

Then, the scenes flipped. I remembered every moment of Morgan caring for me. The next second, I remembered how his love had been calculated from the start. Tears poured down my face, and I cried until I passed out.

When I woke the next morning, I was already back in the bedroom. Morgan took my hand, full of remorse as he explained his reasons for yesterday's punishment.

I instinctively pulled away, but he didn't get angry. He just assumed I was still upset. He bought me a ton of gifts, apologized over and over, before finally leaving for the office.

The moment he was gone, I got up to pack. I couldn't wait to leave the country.

However, as soon as I finished, the bedroom door flew open with a kick. Mom and Dad marched in with whips in hand. Their faces were twisted with rage as they snarled at me.

"Wasn't killing your brother enough for you, Jasmine? Now, you want to get rid of Evelyn?"

"You're so vicious. It's like you're not even our child!"

I parted my lips to tell them the truth. However, when I saw the looks of disgust on their faces, I smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling freed. If I told them now, they would only try to stop me from leaving.

I lowered my eyes, ignoring them. I grabbed my suitcase to walk past them.

"You're beyond rude. As your parents, it's our duty to teach you a lesson!"

With that, their whips lashed down on me, making me scream in pain.

They ignored my shouts as they struck me again and again. My heart-wrenching screams filled the room.

They only stopped when they were tired. Then, they threatened, "Try to bully Evelyn again, and we'll have someone make sure you end up dead!"

They kicked me hard a few times for good measure before leaving.

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at their retreating backs, wondering whether they would regret everything they'd done after learning the truth.

After that, I forced myself up and treated my wounds. I checked my flight time and hurried to the airport.

As I reached the terminal, Morgan texted me. "Jasmine, I'm sorry. I was going to take you out for a fancy dinner tonight, but something came up at work. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Don't be mad, alright? I love you."

A second later, Evelyn's message came through. "Take a good look at this—Morgan is at a theme park with me right now! He spent ages getting tickets for the toughest show to book here. He's so in love with me!"

I abruptly laughed at the two messages. I was genuinely curious to find out whether Morgan would still love Evelyn after learning the truth.

Instead of replying to either of them, I emailed the surveillance footage I'd saved to both Morgan and my parents. In my email to Morgan, I also laid out the details of how I'd saved him all those years ago.

Once I was done, I pulled out my SIM card and boarded my flight, feeling calm and steady.

From now on, love wouldn't cage me. I was going to start my new life.