Her Escape, His Eternal Loss

The familiar ache pulsed behind my eyes, a constant companion in the sterile white room where sheets matched my pale, bruised skin.

They had given me electric shock therapy again, leaving my mind a fog of agony.

A key turned, and in walked Ethan Miller, the man I was supposed to marry, his face handsome but cold, etched with pity and disgust.

"Still acting like this, Chloe?" he snapped, accusing me of hurting a nurse-a lie I was too broken to fight.

Then Liam Thorne, my half-brother, joined him, an insincere mask of concern plastered on his face.