Ella’s POV

I never imagined my husband would push me into another man’s bed just to force me into a divorce.

“Relax… Don’t clench so tight…”

His low, rough voice brushed against my ear, the words slipping in broken and uneven.

In the dark a heavy weight settled over me, skin on skin, slick with sweat, burning hot.

Between my legs a sharp tear bloomed. The pain bit first, then dulled into something deep and heavy, pushing in again and again.

Each thrust sank farther than the last.

My legs were forced wide, knees weak, toes finding nothing to brace against. His heavy breath spilled across my neck, the vibration traveling from my eardrum straight down into my bones.

When I opened my eyes, my whole body felt wrong.

My bare skin was covered in red marks. The ache between my legs told me everything my mind did not want to understand.

I had been drugged.

He had lured me into this room and left me with a strange man.

I dragged my wrecked body home.

Every step hurt. Every movement burned. Every breath reminded me of what had been done to me.

Ethan was waiting in the living room.

He sat on the couch, calm and perfectly dressed. Not even a hint of concern for a wife who had been gone all night.

Of course he was not worried.

He was the one who had drugged me and handed me to another man.

Why would he care?

“Sign the divorce agreement,” he said coldly.

His tone was distant. His eyes were sharp, impatient. “I’ll make sure you’re compensated.”

I sat across from him because my legs were about to give out.

“Can I at least ask why?” My voice came out hoarse and broken.

My fingers twisted the hem of my shirt. I hated myself for sounding so pathetic.

For three years, I swallowed everything. I pretended not to notice that his eyes almost never stopped on me. I told myself that being tolerated was close enough to being loved if I lied to myself hard enough.

And now, after everything, I still had to sit there and ask him why.

“Sophia is back,” he said.

To him, that explained everything.

Sophia Barnes.

The name hit me like a slap. I had expected it for our entire marriage, but hearing it still knocked the air from my lungs.

Sophia’s health was too fragile. The Langston family refused to let Ethan, their heir, marry a woman who might never give them children. So Ethan sent his precious first love abroad for treatment.

Then he married me.

I had never been his wife. I was a stand-in. A placeholder. A decent woman he could bring to dinners and charity galas until the one he actually loved came back.

The moment Sophia returned, I was supposed to leave.

I knew all of this.

I always knew.

I told myself it did not matter. Being near him was enough. Maybe if I was patient enough, quiet enough, useful enough, something would change.

Sad, right?

I knew that too.

But drugging me?

Throwing me into a stranger’s bed so I would sign the divorce without fighting?

That was not disinterest.

That was cruelty with a plan!!!

“You didn’t have to go that far.” My whole body trembled, and my voice barely sounded like mine. “You saved my life. If you had just told me to leave, did you really think I would refuse?”

It was almost funny.

Three years ago, he pulled me out of the water after I nearly drowned. I had lost every memory I owned. No name. No family. Nothing.

He gave me one.

Ella Pierce.

He built a new version of me with his own hands, then acted shocked when I fell in love with him.

I swallowed every rumor. I endured the pitying looks from the servants. I heard them whisper behind my back.

“Poor Mrs. Langston.”

I told myself loving him quietly was better than losing that love completely.

And this was what I got.

My husband used the most disgusting way possible to throw me away.

He did not have to love me.

But how could he humiliate me like this?

I was a person. I had a mind. A heart. A body that belonged to me.

I was not his toy!

Not even if he had given me a second life.

“I’m ending this filthy, ugly, disgusting relationship between us.”

Before Ethan could come up with another excuse, I picked up the pen on the table and signed my name.

Ella Pierce.

The name he gave me.

Now I was giving it back.

It had never really belonged to me anyway.

“You actually...” Ethan looked surprised.

Maybe he had expected me to beg.

Maybe he had expected tears.

Too bad for him. I was empty.

“I don’t want anything,” I cut him off. “Not your money. Not your house. Not one single thing from you.”

I entered this marriage with nothing.

I would leave it the same way.

I went upstairs and packed.

It did not take long.

That was the funny part. Three years of marriage, and when it was time to leave, I realized almost nothing in that house truly belonged to me.

“Where are you going?” Ethan stood in the doorway, frowning like he actually cared.

“To where I should be,” I said honestly.

“You have nowhere to go.”

He grabbed my wrist.

Not rough, but firm enough to stop me.

“I told you. This house is yours.”

I looked at him for a long time.

“Ethan, you know I love you, right?” I asked softly.

His expression froze.

“So you always knew.” I gave him a bitter smile. “Of course you did.”

“I don’t want to hear this,” he snapped.

For the first time that morning, his calm mask cracked. Irritation bled through.

He knew.

Every time I looked at him too long. Every time my eyes followed him across a room before I could stop myself. Every quiet act of care.

He saw all of it.

He simply chose to ignore it until my love became inconvenient.

And right then, I finally understood.

That was why last night happened.

He did not just want me gone.

He wanted me humiliated.

He wanted me too broken to fight.

He wanted to destroy every reason I might have to stay.

All for Sophia.

God, the things he would do for her.

“I understand now.” I slowly peeled his fingers off my wrist, one by one.

“Ethan, I owed you my life.”

My voice was quiet, but it did not shake.

“But that debt is paid.”

“From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

I picked up my sad little suitcase and turned away.

“I hope you and Sophia are happy.”

Then I walked out of the house that had never been mine.

I did not look back.

I wanted to.

God, I wanted to.

But I didn’t.

There was nowhere left for me to go backward to.

The morning air hit my face when I stepped outside. For one strange second, I felt lighter. Maybe escaping a lie was better than living inside one.

Behind me, Ethan’s phone rang.

The front door was still open, so I heard his voice clearly.

“Sophia, what’s wrong?”

His tone softened instantly.

“Wait for me. I’m coming right now.”

His whole heart ran to her.

I stood by the road with my suitcase and raised my hand for a cab.

Then the van came flying toward me.

There was no time to move.

The crash was deafening.

My body slammed onto the sidewalk. The impact punched every bit of air from my lungs, and white light burst at the edges of my vision.

My suitcase split open beside me. Clothes scattered across the pavement.

A photo frame fell out and shattered.

Glass sprayed across the concrete.

It was our wedding photo.

I had secretly enlarged it and kept it hidden like some pathetic treasure. In the picture, I was smiling so brightly. Ethan stood beside me, cold and distant.

Blood spread across the photo.

My blood.

Warm. Slow. Covering my stupid, hopeful face.

I reached for the frame.

I did not know why.

Instinct, maybe.

One last foolish need to hold on to something.

My fingers were only inches away.

Then my arm stopped listening.

It dropped heavily to the ground, numb and useless.

Far away, tires screeched.

Ethan’s car.

But he did not slow down.

He did not even look out the window.

His mind was already with Sophia.

He pressed the gas and drove right past his bleeding, dying wife on the sidewalk.

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Sophia’s POV

“It’s done,” the voice on the phone said. “She won’t survive.”

“Good.”

A bright, sweet thrill moved through my chest.

“I’ll send the rest of the payment now.”

Ethan kept promising me he would handle Ella.

But I did not trust him.

A woman like Ella had nothing. No family. No money. No place to go.

Why would she willingly give up Ethan?

Only when she disappeared for good could I feel safe.

I hung up and turned back to the mirror.

My lipstick needed fixing.

Ethan would be here soon.

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Ella’s POV

I did not know how long I lay on the ground.

After the pain hit, time stopped making sense.

Through the haze, I felt almost calm.

So this was how it ended.

No dramatic goodbye.

No one holding my hand.

Just me, alone on the sidewalk, forgotten before I had even stopped breathing.

Darkness crept closer.

My body grew cold.

I was so tired.

So tired that I stopped fighting.

Then, right before everything disappeared, a voice cut through the dark.

“Nina Marshall, it’s time to come home.”