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ted her downfall-ruining her family and her reputation-as payback for trapping me
ator called. He told me Ava had been secretly battling a
n't for an affair. The child I accused her of aborting was a pregnancy her dying body c
ence? Why let me believe she was a m
l, revealing the one secret she died to protect. The woman
And I had destroyed
pte
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my family. My father's desperate social media campaign, meant to manipulate Elliott with lies about my 'illness,' backfired spectacularly. Now everyone believed the illness itself was a fabrication, another tool in a con artist's arsenal. I was supposedly sick, but not a single perso
th came with a cage. And I had been locked in
eement. He would pay me a large sum of money to refuse the arranged marriage. He had a woman he loved, Angella Olson. I agreed. He paid the money. But then, my grandmother's condition worsened, and the cost skyrocketed beyond what Elliott paid. My fat
ut I could neve
th Angella. He publicly humiliated me. I endured his emotional cruelty. My frequent hospital visits for my brain tumor became gossip. He saw my friendship with my oncolog
e only weapon I had left. And every day, it c
lawyer. He looked relieved. A quiet satisfaction settled on his face. This was the end. He wanted to finalize it quickly. He made it
t looked at me with a detached gaze. He probably found my calm unsettling. He expected a fight, tears
t I had left was counting down to a
in my mind. The lawyer pushed the signed agreement across the table. I whispered my consent. Elliott watched me, his eye
nsaction. "A sizable settlement,
ng-off period before finalization. Ellio
guarantee I would not come back. My palms tightened. My finger
figure. The doctor's words about my diminishing survival time echoed in my head. This was likely the last time I wo
d. What he never knew was that I had been protecting
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