My brother’s voice exploded through the phone, raw with alarm.

“Eleanor, stop scaring me. What are you saying? What happened? Is this about Nathaniel again? If you’re destroying yourself over that jerk, then you’ve completely lost it. He’s gone—and even if he weren’t, he never deserved you.”

“He isn’t gone,” I said quietly, the words shaking with anger and heartbreak.

There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear him holding his breath.

“What do you mean, he isn’t?”

“I mean exactly that,” I replied. “Nathaniel is still alive. He staged his own death, Adrian.”

His tone shifted instantly, sharp with urgency. “Do you want me there right now? I’ll get you out of that house. You can start over, Vic. You don’t need him. I’ll help you find your son—”

My throat burned. “So you already knew what kind of hell I was living in?”

“Yes,” he said simply. “We stopped talking after your wedding, but I never stopped watching out for you. I’ve always had people keeping an eye on things.”

My eyes filled again. “Then don’t just watch anymore,” I said. “Help me disappear. Help me make him feel what I felt when he erased himself from my life.”

For a few seconds, there was nothing but his breathing. Then his voice came back, firm and steady.

“Give me seven days. I’ll set it up. You won’t have to do this alone.”

I let the phone fall from my fingers. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at the ceiling until dawn broke, replaying everything—every lie, every memory.

Sleep never came.

A knock sounded at my door. Before I could answer, the handle turned and he walked in, wearing that careful, concerned expression.

“Eleanor,” he murmured, “I’m sorry about yesterday. Things shouldn’t have spiraled like that.” He paused, then added gently, “I’ll take you to the police today. We’ll see if there’s any news about your baby. After that, we’ll go to the hospital and make sure you’re okay.”

I didn’t respond. I just looked at him, trying to recognize the man I once loved.

I was about to stand when Delilah’s voice drifted from the hallway.

“Harold, sweetheart,” she called weakly, “I feel dizzy. I need you.”

Then I heard it.

A baby crying.

Not just any cry, but the thin, frantic sound of an infant who needed to be held.

Nathaniel turned instantly, already moving toward the door. He didn’t spare me another glance.

My chest tightened until I thought I might pass out. He ran to her. To her baby.

And my own child was still missing.

My fingers dug into the mattress as my mind slipped back to the day I first met him—how he stood in the park glowing in the late summer sun, how I’d liked him first, how I’d told Delilah everything, believing she would be happy for me. She’d smiled back then, teased me, played the part of a loyal friend.

I never expected to later see them together—laughing, holding hands. I never confronted either of them. I convinced myself I was being mature. That love was complicated.

Then Delilah left town, and I stayed behind, building a life with the man she abandoned.

Now she was back. And she had his child.

I pressed my hand over my stomach, remembering how he used to lie beside me at night, whispering promises to the unborn baby.

“I’ll never miss a single milestone. First word, first step, first day of school. I’ll teach him to ride a bike—maybe even how to fly. He’ll always know I’m here.”

Every word had been a lie.

I slipped out of the house without saying anything. At the police station, I asked—again—if there was any news about my missing son.

The officer only shook his head. “Nothing new, Mrs. Carrington. At this point…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but I understood it perfectly.

I went back in a daze.

And then I saw it.

A crib in the living room.

Inside it lay a baby boy, fists curled, tiny sounds drifting from his lips. My heart nearly burst out of my chest. He had my son’s hair, my son’s dimple.

I stepped closer, shaking. Just one touch—

“HELP! Somebody help!” Delilah shrieked suddenly. “She’s trying to hurt the baby!”

“I’m not trying to hurt him!” I yelled, my throat raw, hands lifted in surrender while Delilah shrieked like I was some kind of threat.

“She’s lying!” Delilah sobbed, throwing herself over the crib as though I were about to attack. “She reached for him—she’s completely unstable!”

“I only wanted to—”

“Enough!” my mother-in-law snapped, slicing through my words. “I’m done with your performances, Eleanor. You’ve been acting deranged ever since my son passed away.”

Deranged. That was what she called the panic of a mother who saw a child that looked exactly like the baby stolen from her arms.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt him—”

“Take her downstairs,” Lucinda ordered, her voice glacial as she turned to the staff. “Lock her in the basement.”

The words didn’t register at first. “What did you just say?”

Nathaniel—still hiding behind Harold’s name—hesitated only briefly. I searched his face for the man who once protected me, the one who promised never to let anyone hurt me.

Instead, he murmured, “It’s better this way. She needs to cool off.”

Something inside my chest collapsed.

Two employees seized my arms. I fought, twisting wildly, my screams echoing down the hall. “Please! I didn’t do anything! You can’t do this!” But I was nothing to them. Just another problem to be removed.

The door slammed shut behind me, plunging me into darkness.

The basement reeked of rot and damp stone. My feet slid over gritty concrete, then over something soft that scurried away. The sound of insects skittering made my skin crawl. Somewhere close, a rat shrieked.

I pressed my back against the wall, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth rattled.

Then pain exploded in my ankle.

I looked down just in time to glimpse a thick coil sliding away into the shadows.

I don’t remember falling. Only screaming.

When I opened my eyes again, the world smelled of disinfectant. A nurse hovered over me, her voice calm.

“You’re fortunate,” she said. “It was a venomous bite. If you’d arrived any later, it could’ve been fatal.”

My lips were dry as sand. “How did I get here?”

“The butler called emergency services,” she replied. “But you need to rest.”

Rest. After being tossed into a basement like garbage.

I scanned the room for any familiar face, but she answered my question before I could ask.

“No one has visited you.”

By the time I was released, my body was weak but my resolve was solid. I would never go back to that house and bow my head again.

At the gate, the butler was waiting.

“They’re all attending an auction tonight, ma’am,” he said stiffly.

“Auction?”

“Yes. Miss Delilah is hosting a charity event.”

Charity. I nearly laughed out loud.

The hall buzzed with perfume, gossip, and money. Crystal chandeliers shimmered above crowds wrapped in silk and diamonds. Onstage, Delilah stood radiant in red, smiling into a microphone as one of her paintings was wheeled out.

“This is my most meaningful work,” she said sweetly. “I hope someone here will treasure it.”

Bids flew. Numbers soared. She basked in admiration.

But I was done letting her have the spotlight.

I walked forward, heels striking the marble, and took the microphone from the startled auctioneer.

“I’d like to contribute an additional item,” I announced. “A Carrington family heirloom.”

The room rippled with whispers.

I slid my wedding ring free. “This was given to me by Nathaniel Carrington. Its value is beyond measure—but tonight, its price will be higher than money.” I met their eyes steadily. “Whoever purchases this ring… will become my future husband.”

The silence was deafening.

Across the room, Nathaniel’s face drained of color.

The ring vanished to the highest bidder, and with it went the last thread tying me to that man.

Nathaniel cornered me moments later. “Are you insane? That ring represented everything my brother gave you! Do you have any idea what you just threw away?”

“Why does it matter to you?” I asked coolly. “You’re not him.”

His jaw tightened. “I’m his family—”

“Your brother is gone,” I said. “And I’ve buried the woman who loved him.”

I walked away.

Delilah followed me outside, ripping my hair back in fury. “You selfish witch! You stole my night!”

I tore her hand free and laughed, hollow and bitter.

“Enjoy the spotlight, Delilah. I won’t be here to compete with you anymore.”

By the time I reached the house, my lungs still felt too tight, like I’d been breathing smoke instead of air. I had barely stepped inside when Lucinda rushed at me, her face flushed with fury.

“Did you really sell off Nathaniel’s belongings?” she snapped. “His ring, his bike, the aircraft—everything that carried his name?”

“I did,” I replied without emotion. “All of it went to auction.”

Her mouth fell open. “Do you even understand what you just threw away? Those were assets worth millions. That wealth belongs to the Carrington family!”

“He was my husband,” I said coolly. “Those things were mine to decide on.”

Her voice dropped. “Then where is the money?”

“I gave it away,” I said. “Every cent. Donated.”

The room went silent, the kind of stillness that buzzes in your ears before a storm. Then her hand was in my hair, yanking my head back until pain tore through my scalp.

“You vile little ingrate!” she screamed. “So this is who you really are. You’ve been pretending all these years!”

I clenched my jaw and stared straight back at her. “You’re the one pretending. You played the loving mother, acted like you cared about me—”

Her slap came so hard my vision burst with light.

Then another. And another. The blows kept coming. By the fifth, my ears were roaring. By the tenth, I could taste blood. She didn’t stop until she’d struck me over and over, until I couldn’t even keep count anymore.

All the while, Nathaniel—hiding behind his brother’s name—stood nearby and watched.

“She deserves it,” he said flatly. “Delilah told me everything. How you ruined the auction and tried to hurt her. You even stole the spotlight from her painting.”

My legs finally gave way. I collapsed onto the floor, palms pressed to the carpet, breath tearing painfully through my chest. No one moved to help. No one intervened.

It didn’t matter. This would be the last time.

Later, as I lay on the bed trying to recover, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a message from Adrian.

Everything is set. I’ll come for you tomorrow. Wrap up whatever you still need to do.

My thumbs hovered before replying: There’s just one more thing. After that, I’ll leave with you.

I dropped the phone, only noticing the shadow by the door when I turned my head.

Nathaniel was leaning against the frame, arms folded. “Who were you texting?”

“It doesn’t concern you,” I said.

His eyes darkened. “Is it the guy who bought the ring? Tell me his name. I’ll buy it back.”

I laughed softly, without humor. “Why would you? It was never yours to begin with.”

“I’m doing it for my brother,” he insisted. “You’re really going to remarry instead of staying here? You could live with us, help with the baby, be a proper aunt—with Delilah.”

I studied him, then let out a short laugh. “Your brother is dead. Our marriage died with him. I don’t belong here anymore.”

He stared at the suitcase by the wall. “You’re leaving?”

Before I could answer, Delilah screamed from downstairs. “Nathaniel! Something’s wrong with Leo!”

His face drained of color. “Our son!”

I stayed where I was.

He snatched his keys. “Don’t you dare disappear, Eleanor. We’re not done talking. You’re not marrying anyone else.” His words were sharp with command as he rushed out with Delilah.

The door slammed.

I picked up my phone immediately.

Take the baby. That’s the final step. Once they believe I’m dead, everything will end.

Adrian replied almost instantly: Got it. I’ll take care of it. Be ready.

I dragged my suitcase into the hall, every step feeling like breaking free of chains. Outside, a taxi idled at the curb.

I didn’t look back.

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Nathaniel

The smell of disinfectant burned my nose as I paced the hospital corridor. Delilah’s sobs drifted from the room, while Leo’s cries had weakened to a raspy whimper. Doctors were still running tests, and my heart felt like it was splitting apart.

My phone buzzed. Irritated, I answered without checking the screen. “What is it? I’m busy.”

“Sir…” the butler’s voice came through, shaking.

“I said I—”

“Sir, please listen. There’s been an accident.” He swallowed. “Miss Eleanor was in a car crash.”

I stopped cold. “What are you saying?”

A long pause. Then, barely audible:

“She didn’t make it.”