A Love Betrayed, A Future Reclaimed

“The phone buzzed, pulling me from a complex guitar passage. It was Jake' s assistant, frantic: "There' s been an accident. Jake' s at St. Mary' s. He needs a transfusion. You' re the only match." My world tilted. I raced to the hospital, heart hammering, and gave my blood, my love, to save him. An hour later, Jake' s assistant reappeared, looking annoyed. "It was just a prank," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Jake' s fine. He' s at a party." My blood ran cold. I found my discarded blood, half-full, tossed like garbage, next to a service exit. Then I heard laughter. Jake, perfectly fine, emerged with Chloe, his childhood friend. "Did you see her face?" Chloe cackled. "So pathetic." Jake chuckled, a sound that now turned my stomach. "She' d do anything for me, Chloe. It' s been three years. I told you I' d make her pay for what she did. For stealing that scholarship." The scholarship. The red wine on my performance dress. The missed audition. All cruel jokes. He never loved me. I was a tool, a target in his meticulously planned revenge. The pain was a physical weight, but beneath it, a cold resolve hardened. I clutched my phone, a single tear tracing a path down my cheek. I called my brother. "Liam," I said, my voice dead. "That offer... to study with the Maestro in Europe. Is it still open?" "Of course, Liv. Why?" "I' m taking it. I' m leaving. Tonight." He thought he had destroyed me. He was wrong. I was just getting started.”