The Five-Year Contract's End

The Five-Year Contract's End

HAZEL MARTIN

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My five-year contract marriage to Ethan Cole was finally over. Five years of polite estrangement, a polished cage built on a merger of empires. I had signed the divorce papers, ready to escape to Austin, chasing a desperate echo of what I'd lost. My fiancé, Michael, had died five years ago, and now, a musician named Noah Evans, his spitting image, offered a fragile hope he could bring a piece of him back. But Ethan' s manipulative stepsister, Chloe, had other plans. Consumed by a twisted possessiveness for Ethan, she launched a campaign of terror against me. First, a poison attempt, then a brutal kidnapping, and finally, a chilling plot to throw me off a cliff. Each escalating attack was met with Ethan' s blind indulgence, his desperate attempts to protect Chloe at all costs, leaving me brutally exposed and utterly alone. Why couldn't he see her true nature? Why did he always choose her over basic decency? My life was a constant dance with death, fueled by Chloe' s deranged jealousy and punctuated by Ethan' s hollow apologies. I clung to Noah, an unwitting lifeline in this nightmare. Then, during Chloe's final, explosive act of madness, Noah made a choice. He sacrificed himself, pushing me to safety as the world erupted in flames. As he lay dying, he revealed a truth that shattered my carefully constructed world: "Michael... Michael was my older brother." Suddenly, the desperate echo became a profound connection. My anonymous benefactor for years, the boy I unknowingly sponsored, was Michael' s flesh and blood, a man who loved me not merely as a proxy, but for who he was. With Chloe gone and Ethan finally facing his own devastating regrets, I chose a new path. A path not away from loss, but towards a genuine, healing love with Noah. Ethan, adrift in his remorse, was left with only the bitter taste of everything he' d so carelessly lost.

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My five-year contract marriage to Ethan Cole was finally over.

Five years of polite estrangement, a polished cage built on a merger of empires.

I had signed the divorce papers, ready to escape to Austin, chasing a desperate echo of what I'd lost.

My fiancé, Michael, had died five years ago, and now, a musician named Noah Evans, his spitting image, offered a fragile hope he could bring a piece of him back.

But Ethan' s manipulative stepsister, Chloe, had other plans.

Consumed by a twisted possessiveness for Ethan, she launched a campaign of terror against me.

First, a poison attempt, then a brutal kidnapping, and finally, a chilling plot to throw me off a cliff.

Each escalating attack was met with Ethan' s blind indulgence, his desperate attempts to protect Chloe at all costs, leaving me brutally exposed and utterly alone.

Why couldn't he see her true nature?

Why did he always choose her over basic decency?

My life was a constant dance with death, fueled by Chloe' s deranged jealousy and punctuated by Ethan' s hollow apologies.

I clung to Noah, an unwitting lifeline in this nightmare.

Then, during Chloe's final, explosive act of madness, Noah made a choice.

He sacrificed himself, pushing me to safety as the world erupted in flames.

As he lay dying, he revealed a truth that shattered my carefully constructed world: "Michael... Michael was my older brother."

Suddenly, the desperate echo became a profound connection.

My anonymous benefactor for years, the boy I unknowingly sponsored, was Michael' s flesh and blood, a man who loved me not merely as a proxy, but for who he was.

With Chloe gone and Ethan finally facing his own devastating regrets, I chose a new path.

A path not away from loss, but towards a genuine, healing love with Noah.

Ethan, adrift in his remorse, was left with only the bitter taste of everything he' d so carelessly lost.

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