I stood frozen in the foyer, my heart hammering against my ribs as Victoria's crimson lips curved into a predatory smile. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her perfect figure, her presence filling our penthouse with a suffocating tension.

"There she is," Victoria purred, her manicured fingers trailing possessively along James's arm. "Your loyal little wife, rushing to your rescue."

James's expression remained cold and distant, his eyes—those beautiful eyes that had never once looked at me with warmth—fixed on a point somewhere above my head.

"Leo called and said—" My voice faltered as Victoria's laugh cut through the air like breaking glass.

"Oh, sweetie." She stepped toward me, the scent of her expensive perfume enveloping me. "Did you really think James was in trouble? That he needed you?"

The realization washed over me in a sickening wave. There had been no emergency. No danger to Ethan's heart. Just another cruel game.

"You were leaving," James said flatly, finally meeting my gaze. He gestured to the study where my half-packed suitcase lay hidden in the closet, the divorce papers still on the desk. "Victoria saw you booking a flight."

I swallowed hard, shame and anger warring within me. "I—"

"Abandoning your husband when he needs you most," Victoria interrupted, her voice dripping with mock concern. "After everything he's done for you."

Everything he's done for me. The words echoed in my mind, bitter and hollow. What had James ever done except tolerate my presence? Except treat me like an unwelcome shadow in his perfect life?

"I would never abandon James," I whispered, the lie tasting like ash on my tongue. But it wasn't entirely a lie—I would never abandon Ethan's heart. That distinction had become the north star of my existence.

Victoria's smile widened, knowing and cruel. "We'll see about that, won't we?" She turned to James, her hand sliding up his chest to rest directly over his heart—over Ethan's heart. My fingers twitched at my sides, fighting the urge to tear her hand away.

"I should go," she said to him, her voice a silken caress. "Early shoot tomorrow. But remember our plans for Saturday." She pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, her eyes locked on mine over his shoulder. "The Skyline Adventure Park. You promised to show me how strong you are."

James nodded, his jaw tight. Something flickered across his face—reluctance? Fear? It vanished too quickly for me to be sure.

After Victoria glided out, the penthouse fell into a heavy silence. James turned away from me without a word, pouring himself a drink at the bar.

"You can't go to that park," I said quietly. "The doctors said extreme activities could strain your heart."

"My heart is fine," he snapped, downing his whiskey in one swift motion. "And I don't need your permission."

"Please," I stepped closer, desperation making me bold. "That place has those extreme zip-lines, the free-fall simulators. Your cardiologist specifically said—"

"Enough!" His hand slammed down on the marble counter. "Victoria wants to go, so we're going. End of discussion."

Saturday arrived with merciless speed. The Skyline Adventure Park loomed before us, a modern monstrosity of steel cables and platforms stretching between Manhattan skyscrapers. My stomach knotted as I watched Victoria lead James toward the most extreme attraction—a zip-line that dropped nearly forty stories before swooping back up.

"James, please," I whispered, clutching his arm. "This could kill you."

Victoria's laugh cut through the roar of the city below. "Don't be so dramatic, Lily. James isn't some fragile little thing, are you, darling?"

I saw the conflict in his eyes—the desire to prove himself to Victoria warring with the fear he'd never admit. The fear I recognized because I'd been there for every doctor's appointment, every midnight panic when his heart fluttered irregularly.

"I'm doing this," he said firmly, but I could see the sweat beading at his temples.

Victoria's eyes gleamed with malicious triumph. "Actually," she said, her voice honey-sweet, "why doesn't Lily go first? Show us how it's done?"

Before I could protest, she was guiding me toward the harness, her grip bruising on my arm. "You claim to care so much about James," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Prove it."

I found myself being strapped into James's harness, the attendant distracted by Victoria's flirtatious chatter. The harness hung loose around my smaller frame, but Victoria insisted it was fine, that I just needed to hold tight.

As I stood at the edge of the platform, forty stories above Manhattan, I knew something was wrong. The harness didn't feel secure. Victoria's smile was too sharp, too eager.

"Have a nice flight," she whispered, and pushed me off the edge.

The world dropped away. Wind tore at my clothes, my hair, my scream. Halfway down the terrifying descent, I felt the harness shift, loosen. Victoria had tampered with it.

I clutched desperately at the straps as I plummeted, Ethan's name a silent prayer on my lips. The ground rushed up to meet me, and then—impact. Not with concrete, but with the safety net, the jolt so violent that darkness edged my vision.

I lay there, gasping for breath, pain radiating through my body. Above me, I could hear Victoria's distant laughter, could imagine her pressed against James, watching my fall with amusement.

As the park staff rushed toward me, I felt something inside me crack—not a bone, but something deeper. Something that had been holding me together for seven long years.

The world spun around me as paramedics rushed to where I lay sprawled in the safety net. Pain radiated through every inch of my body, but it was nothing compared to the shattering realization that Victoria had deliberately tampered with my harness. She had tried to kill me.

"Ma'am, can you hear me?" A paramedic's face hovered above mine, concern etched in his features.

I managed a weak nod, wincing as they carefully transferred me onto a stretcher. Through the haze of pain, I caught sight of James and Victoria watching from the platform above. She was pressed against his side, her hand resting possessively on his chest—right over Ethan's heart—while whispering something in his ear.

The park's clinic was small but efficient. As the medical staff bustled around me, checking for broken bones and concussions, I heard James's voice outside my curtained cubicle.

"I want every test run on that equipment," he demanded, his tone cold and authoritative. "I need to know if it's safe."

Not if I was safe. If the equipment was safe. For him.

The curtain was yanked back, and James stood there, his face a mask of irritation rather than concern. Victoria lingered behind him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of my bruised body.

"They need to run some tests," he said flatly. "To make sure the harness wasn't defective."

I bit back a bitter laugh. "It wasn't defective until someone tampered with it."

His eyes narrowed. "What are you implying?"

Before I could answer, his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call, leaving me alone with Victoria.

She leaned close, her perfume suffocating me. "Poor Lily," she whispered. "Always so fragile. So... accident-prone."

The doctor returned with painkillers and discharge papers. "Nothing broken, but you'll be severely bruised. You need rest."

James reappeared, his face tense. "Victoria's been in an accident."

My head snapped up, sending a jolt of pain down my spine. "What?"

"At my Hampton estate. She was supposed to meet friends there this afternoon." He ran a hand through his hair, agitated. "Someone tampered with the deck railing. She fell and hit her head. She's losing blood."

Victoria's eyes widened in perfect, practiced shock. "Oh God, James. Who would do such a thing?"

His gaze shifted to me, cold suspicion hardening his features. "I need to get there now."

"I'll come with you," I said, struggling to sit up despite the protest of my battered body.

"No," he snapped. "You've done enough."

They left me there, alone in the clinic. But as I signed my discharge papers, a terrible thought gripped me. Victoria's "accident" was too convenient, too perfectly timed. Another manipulation. Another trap.

I had to get to the Hamptons.

The rental agency gave me an SUV, the only vehicle available on short notice. My hands trembled on the wheel as I navigated out of Manhattan, each bump in the road sending waves of pain through my bruised body. The painkillers were wearing off, but I couldn't stop. Couldn't rest.

The Hamptons estate loomed ahead as dusk fell, its manicured grounds bathed in the golden light of sunset. I parked haphazardly and stumbled toward the commotion on the far side of the property.

Victoria lay on a stretcher near the broken deck railing, a medical team hovering around her. Blood matted her perfect blonde hair, her skin unnaturally pale. James paced nearby, his face twisted with worry.

When he saw me, rage flashed in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, striding toward me.

"I came to help," I whispered, swaying on my feet.

"Help?" His laugh was harsh. "Like you helped by sabotaging the railing?"

"James," a paramedic called urgently. "She needs a transfusion. We're having trouble finding a match."

Victoria's eyes fluttered open, finding mine with eerie precision. "Lily," she whispered weakly. "Lily is my blood type. She told me once..."

James's hand closed around my wrist like a vise. "Is that true?"

I nodded numbly, knowing what was coming.

"Then you're giving her your blood," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

As they led me to the ambulance, my vision blurred with exhaustion and pain. I felt the needle slide into my arm, watched my blood—already depleted from my own trauma—flow into the woman who had tried to kill me hours before.

James stood over me, his expression unreadable as Victoria's color improved while mine drained away. In that moment, as darkness crept at the edges of my consciousness, I realized a terrible truth: I was nothing more than a resource to be used. A vessel to be emptied.

And Ethan's heart, beating strong in James's chest, had never felt further away from me.