Chapter 4
Rebuilding in the shadows
ADRIAN'S POV
I picked up the cigar stick and placed it between my teeth. The air-conditioning hummed softly as a cool breeze wafted into the room. I flicked the lighter, placed it at the tip, and took a slow puff as it caught fire.
I stared at the television before me, reading the headlines sliding off the screen. My jaws clenching, I picked the tv remote and turned up the volume.
The news anchor’s voice cut through the silence, way too cheery for the headlines below it. “Alright, America, let's dive into the juiciest news of the day. The entire Internet is shocked as America's Socialite Queen, Sloane Harper files for divorce from Business Tycoon, Adrian Cross.”
A photograph of Sloane and me standing together popped up on the screen–our wedding day, Sloane smiling at the camera with her arms wrapped around me. I scoffed, shaking my head. Grabbing the vodka bottle beside me, I poured myself a glass.
“Social media has erupted, with different posts mocking her, calling her dramatic and some saying she’ll crawl back,” the anchor went as different posts from X and Instagram flashed across the screen. "Some people have even begun placing bets on how long before she does. We do not know much on the news but let's just say… the memes are quite brutal on this—”
The screen went black before she could finish talking. I turned to Mia, staring at the remote in her hand. She gave me a sly smile before throwing the device to the side and jumping on my lap.
“Hey," I said with a chuckle as I tried to steady my drink. "You're going to get this all over me.”
Mia laughed before planting a soft kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss, dropping my glass on the side table before wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Looks like my man woke up feisty,” she said in that drooly voice that made my heart beat faster. “And what do we have here…” she slipped a hand inside my boxers, "... seems like something else's woken too.”
I bit my lip, running a hand over her thigh as she laughed softly. But then, her voice faded into the background as I tilted my head, staring at the blank screen. For a second, I thought about Sloane–how she was probably also sitting and watching the news about our divorce.
It had been three weeks since Sloane packed and left. I had woken up that night, expecting to find Sloane standing at the door, staring like she always did, but she wasn't there. When I walked to the guest room to check on her, I found everything of hers gone. She had left, leaving nothing behind–not even our daughter, Daisy.
Days later, I received her signed part of a divorce letter through the mail and, at first, thought nothing of it. But Mia prompted me to sign, claiming that leaving it only meant she had some hold on me. I listened, signed, and the day after, news of our divorce flooded the internet. How it had leaked, I don't know.
Mia caught the shift in my gaze instantly. She grabbed my chin and turned my face to meet hers. “No," she whispered, her soft voice sending chills down my spine. “Do not let your mind race, worrying about her. She's gone. You don't need her.”
I chuckled, leaning back on the couch as I took another slow drag of my cigar. “Worried?" I scoffed, smoke curling from my mouth. "Trust me, Mia. I’m not worried. If anything, I'm more curious as to what she's doing."
“That shouldn't concern you either," Mia said with a soft sigh as she grabbed the cigar from me. "I
I'm here to make you happy."
Mia leaned back, taking a long drag of the cigar before pouring the smoke at my face. I breathed it in, exhaling after it had filled my lungs.
“She’ll come running,” I said, my voice low and steady. “She won't last three more days out there. With her gone, the finances, the press and even her public image are all under my control. She has nothing out there."
Mia scoffed, amusement flashing across her features. "You sound so sure of that," she said as she tapped the cigar, its frayed end spewing embers and ash into the end. “But word out there is, her lawyer has been avoiding the press. They tried talking to her today but she refused any of their questions.”
"Yeah, I heard,” I muttered, tapping the side of my glass. “I tried reaching her but she doesn't want to speak to me. And Sloane's turned off her line so I can't even text her. Checked out the beach house she always went to whenever we fought but that place is cleared out too.” I ran a hand through my hair. "She… really disappeared."
Maya shrugged. “She finally grew a spine, I guess," she said with a smirk. “Or maybe she's just too scared to admit her fault. Either way, it means more time for us."
I looked at her, smiling faintly. "Yeah, I guess it does,” I replied, my smile faltering, my chest tightening.
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I stared at the door, waiting patiently. The clock above me ticked half past nine and there still wasn't any sign of him.
“Where the hell are you?" I muttered under my breath as I turned on my phone, scrolling through my contacts. He was supposed to be here with the news.
Just as I was about to dial the number waiting on my screen, the doorbell rang. I looked up to see a shadow move beneath the door.
He was here.
I quickly gulped down my drink, rushed to the door and pulled it wide open. Outside, a man in a grey suit stood, his hands shoved in his pockets. He shook his head as his eyes met mine.
“We’ve checked everywhere,” he said with a soft sigh. He dug his hands into the pocket of his suit coat and brought out a brown envelope. “She’s really gone. No traces. Not even her car.”
I collected the envelope from him, slapping it gently on my hands as different thoughts raced through my mind. “Thank you," I said finally before closing the door behind me.
CHAPTER 5
The queen returns
Sloane's POV
“Good morning, Miss Sloane."
“Good morning, Miss Danielle."
The receptionist gave me a small nod as I walked past her. I had finally settled with her, explaining my reason for acting rude the day we had met, and she received my apology with warm smiles.
She'd tried engaging in a conversation, curious to know what had led to our divorce as the news had gone viral now but I refused to speak about it. I guessed she had told reporters after I had spilled it out the day I arrived and she wanted more information.
I wanted to be mad at her for the lack of privacy but something in me silently thanked her for leaking the story–and after he had already signed his part of the divorce papers, how convenient. I could only imagine the look on his face as it slowly dawned on him that I was really not coming back.
The elevator chimed and the door slid open. I walked out, putting my head down as I noticed a young man coming out of the room before mine. He gave me a small nod and walked toward the elevator, oblivious to who I was.
Sighing, I pulled out my keycard and unlocked my door before walking in. The moment I entered, I was greeted by a loud shriek and my daughter ran toward me, wrapping her arm around my leg. I was almost thrown off balance and had to place my hand on the wall to steady myself.
“Whoa, whoa," I said with a small chuckle as I picked Daisy up. "You do not know your strength, you little monster. You almost threw me to the ground.”
Daisy giggled, squirming playfully in my grip as I tickled her belly with my nose. My arms now aching, I gently placed her back down and she ran to the blaring television.
“What you watching, mama?" I asked as I walked to the bed and plopped down on it. “Is that Peppa Pig?"
“No, silly," Daisy said in a near perfect British accent, giggling. “It's you and daddy."
I froze, a small frown forming on my face as her words hit me. My gaze turned sharply to the TV as images of me and Adrian flashed across the screen. The headline, ‘America’s Juiciest Divorce,’ popped up and a lady began talking.
“Alright, America, let's dive into the juiciest news of the day,” the lady said in a cheery voice. "The entire Internet is shocked as America's Socialite Queen, Sloane Harper files for–”
“Give me the remote," I quickly said as I jumped off from the bed and raced toward her.
“Why, mummy–” I quickly grabbed the remote from her before she could finish talking and switched the TV off.
I thought I had locked the channels from her use.
“Why did you turn it off?”
I turned to Daisy, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces as I watched her clutch her teddy bear to her chest, her face wet with tears. I tried to hold her hand but she took a step back and my heart shattered even more.
“Why did you turn it off, mummy?" she whispered, whimpering. "Why don't you want me to see daddy? Do you hate him?”
"No, baby, no,” I said, my voice cracking as I knelt down beside her. "I don't… I don't hate your dad. It's just that… there are some issues that we need to resolve now.”
"What issues, mummy?” she asked, more tears streaming down her face. "I want to see daddy. I want to see him.”
I licked my lips, unsure of how to answer her. But just as I was about opening my mouth to respond, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pulled it out, staring at the screen before turning to Daisy.
“Give mummy a minute, okay?" I asked and she hesitantly nodded.
Sighing, I stood back up, sliding the call icon and placing the phone against my ear. “Hey, Maddy?" I said as I walked out the door.
"Hey, Sloane,” Maddy, my long time friend and lawyer, answered. "I actually received your message. And news of the divorce has… gone viral.”
“The downside of being a celebrity," I said with a dry chuckle as I ran my fingers through my hair. “You said you saw my message?"
“Yeah, yeah," Maddy replied, the sound of papers rustling in the background. “And I helped you do some digging too." There was a long pause and then she sighed. "Adrian doesn't have access to any of your accounts, nor can he make any action concerning it. Also, people have been coming to me, asking me about you.” Another pause. "Adrian included.”
I clicked a brow. "Adrian too?” I asked and Maddy grunted in response. “What did he come to you for?"
“He didn't really come to me, only called," Maddy replied. “He asked about you and I told him I didn't want to speak to him.”
A small smile tugged at my lips but it quickly vanished after hearing Daisy's quiet sob. “Um, is that all, Maddy?" I asked, my hands on the doorknob.
“Yeah, that's… that's all,” Maddy said before sighing again. “You know, I'm really proud of you for standing up for yourself and your daughter. I've been expecting you to leave that hell hole long before now and I am glad you finally got the courage to do so.”
I swallowed. "Yeah, thanks.”
"I'm going to help you disappear properly–new accounts, new identity, new life. I'll make sure that demon will never find you again.”
I nodded, a bitter smile forming on my face. "Thank you,” I said and Maddy grunted in response.
I exhaled as I cut the call before turning back to the door. But as I placed my hand on the doorknob, I caught sight of something on my finger. The light above me glinted off the cold metal, stopping me in my tracks.
My wedding ring.
Rage filling me up, I pulled the ring off my finger and tossed it down the corridor before walking back inside.
Chapter 6 :
The world's mockery
Sloane's pov
I woke up to the buzz of my phone. It wouldn't stop vibrating with texts from old friends. Links to articles flooded in, each one worse than the last.
One message said, "Sloane, have you seen this?" I clicked and the headline hit me hard. "Sloan Harper dumps Billionaire Hubby – Will She Beg for Mercy?" it read.
I scrolled through the words that stung like knives. They called me a fool and a gold digger gone wrong. Bets were on that I'd crawl back to Adrian soon.
Photos from our old galas popped up, me smiling beside him. Now they twisted everything to make me look weak. My stomach churned at the mockery.
Daisy stirred in her crib nearby. "Mum?" she mumbled, rubbing her sleepy eyes. I picked her up and held her close.
"Shh, baby, it's okay," I whispered. But inside, my thoughts raced wildly. Why do they care so much about my life?
I turned off the phone to block it all out.
Days blurred into each other quickly. I kept the curtains drawn tight. Daisy played with toys on the worn rug.
I made simple peanut butter sandwiches for us. We watched cartoons together on the old TV. "Look, Mum! Funny dog!" she'd giggle.
I nodded and forced a smile. But my mind kept whispering doubts. This is just hiding, not really living.
The mail arrived in stacks every day, bills and junk mostly filled them. One thick envelope stood out from a university.
I opened it with curious hands. A letter from Professor Evelyn Hart waited inside. "Dear Ms. Harper, I've followed your environmental law work," it began.
She offered a researcher job at her firm. "Part-time to start, call me," it said. I stared at the paper in surprise.
A job for me after all this mess? I thought. I dialed her number right away. "Hello?" her voice came sharp and direct.
"This is Sloane Harper about the job." "Ah, Sloane, good, come in tomorrow." We set a time to talk.
I hung up and looked at Daisy coloring. "We're going somewhere new, sweetie." She smiled up at me brightly.
The next morning, I dressed in my old suit. It hung loose on my frame now. Daisy tugged at my sleeve gently.
"Where are we going, Mum?" she asked. "To see a lady about work." I kissed her soft forehead.
We took the bus to the firm. The building was brick with books everywhere, I met Evelyn at the door promptly.
Gray hair and glasses framed her face. "Sloane, sit down here." I sat with Daisy on my lap.
"Tell me why you want this job." "I need to start over for her." I nodded toward my daughter.
She leaned back in her chair. "Divorce is tough, tabloids make it worse." I clenched my jaw tight.
Don't pity me, please, I thought. "But you're smart, your thesis was solid." "Start Monday on research grants."
I blinked in disbelief. "Really, just like that?" "Yes, pay's not much but it's yours."
We shook hands across the desk and I walked out into the sun. This could actually work for us.
Back home, I made simple pasta, Daisy splashed happily in the bath, my mind felt lighter somehow.
No more living in Adrian's shadow.The doorbell rang suddenly, a package waited with no sender listed.
I opened it carefully inside, and a note in Adrian's handwriting appeared. "Sloane, heard you're slumming it now."
"Pitiful, take this check and obey." "More comes if you follow the rules for Daisy." A big check fluttered out.
My hands shook with anger. Obey like some trained dog? I ripped the note to pieces.
Tore the check apart too, scraps fell to the floor. Daisy peeked from the bathroom.
"Mama mad?" she asked softly. I knelt down to her level. "No, baby, Mama's strong now."
"We'll have a better life, I promise." She hugged me tight. I held her even tighter.
Weeks passed in a steady rhythm, so I started the job at the firm. Sat at a desk piled with papers.
Evelyn barked orders my way. "Read this report, notes by noon." I typed fast with ideas flowing.
This feels good and useful again, coworkers whispered behind my back,"That's her from the news?"
I ignored their stares completely, focused only on my work. One lunch, Evelyn sat with me.
"How's it going so far?" "Fine, just getting settled." I sipped my coffee slowly.
"Tabloids still hounding you?" I shrugged it off. "They'll stop eventually, I hope."
She nodded in approval. "Good attitude, keep it up," After work, I picked up Daisy.
From daycare, she ran to me. "Mum! I drew a house!" I looked at her stick figures.
Two of us in the picture. "Nice work, sweetie." We walked home through quiet streets.
Trees rustled in the breeze. Inside, I checked the mail pile. Another plain envelope waited.
I opened it with caution, photos of me and Daisy inside. From the park last week.
Back of one said, "Watching you always." "Come back or else." My heart pounded hard.
Adrian doing this to me? I locked the door quickly, checked all the windows too.
Daisy yawned from her room. "Story time now, Mum?" I read to her steadily.
But my thoughts screamed inside. Who's out there watching us? The next day at work, I buried the files before me.
The phone buzzed with an unknown number, I answered it hesitantly. "Sloane," Adrian's voice came smooth.
The cold tone chilled me through. "What do you want now?" "You tore my generous offer."
"Mistake on your part." Laughter echoed in my ear. "Can't leave you alone."
"Daisy's mine too, remember." "She's safe with me only." "We'll see about that soon."
Click, the line went dead, I gripped the phone tight. Threat or just a bluff?
Evelyn walked by my desk. "You okay there, Sloane?" "Yeah, fine," I lied.
I worked late that evening, Ideas for clean energy laws. Home later, Daisy is already asleep.
I sat up watching the door. Morning brought loud knocking, I peeked through the peephole.
Police uniform stood outside. "Ms. Harper?" "Yes, that's me."
"Custody papers from Mr. Adrian" "Hearing next week, ma'am." I took the folder numbly.
He's coming for her now, so I closed the door slowly and leaned against it heavily.
Daisy called from her room. "Mum, come here?" "Coming, baby," I said.
But panic rose inside me. What now, fight or run? Work that day blurred badly.
I typed reports with mistakes. Evelyn noticed right away. "Sloane, focus on this."
"Sorry, I'll fix it." Afterwards, I called a lawyer friend. "Help me with this."
"Send the papers over now." I scanned them quickly. Send them via email.
Waiting, I paced the floor, I watched Daisy play unaware. The phone rang with my friend.
"Bad news, he's claiming unstable”, “Tabloids as proof against you." Unstable, that's me now?
"What can I do here?" "Gather evidence of stability." "Your job helps a lot."
I nodded to myself. "Okay, I'll do that." Hung up and hugged Daisy.
Days ticked by slowly. I worked even harder now. Notes came out perfect daily.
Evelyn praised my efforts. "Good job on this." But at night, sleep evaded me.
I watched shadows on the walls One evening, a storm raged outside. Thunder boomed loud overhead.
Daisy cried in her bed, I held her close. "It's okay, just noise."
The doorbell rang late at night, Who could it be? I looked through the peephole.
A man in a suit stood there. Adrian's lawyer maybe? "Open up, Sloane," he said.
I froze in place, No, not now. He knocked even louder.
Daisy whimpered beside me. I grabbed my phone quickly. Finger hovered over 911.
He shouted through the door. "We need to talk now." "About Daisy and custody."
Talk or try to take her? Lightning flashed bright outside. Power flickered in the room.
The door rattled with force, and I backed away slowly. "Go away right now!"
Silence fell suddenly, Then a note slid under, I picked it up carefully.
"Last chance or court wins." I crumpled it tight, but doubt crept in deep.
Can I really win this? He's always so powerful.
Chapter 7: The First Spark
POV: Sloane Harper
The morning light hits my face before the alarm rings. I sit up, staring at the wall, trying to remember what day it is. Then I remember—first day at Evelyn’s firm. My hands tremble for a second, but I tell myself I’m fine. I whisper that everything starts again today. Daisy’s soft breathing from the next room calms me, and I feel a small wave of strength move through me.
Evelyn greets me at the office door with her usual sharp smile. Her voice cuts through the noise of people talking and phones ringing. “You’re early, good,” she says, and I nod, clutching my folder too tight. My mind races with thoughts of proving myself, of not failing again. She walks me through the desks and the glass walls, speaking fast. I listen and tell myself that I belong here.
I sit at a small desk near the window. My computer hums, and papers wait for me to fill them with meaning. I start typing, thinking about how far I’ve come from the empty house I left behind. My fingers move fast, like I’m catching up with the time I lost. For the first time in a long while, I feel awake.
By noon, my head feels heavy, but the energy in the office keeps me going. Evelyn calls me into the conference room. A man sits there already, flipping through a file. His presence fills the space in a quiet way that draws my attention before I can stop it. “Sloane, meet Gabriel Hale,” Evelyn says. I look at him and nod. His eyes meet mine, steady but warm.
He smiles once, small and calm. “I’ve heard good things already,” he says. My mind blanks for a second. No one’s said that to me in years. “Thank you,” I managed to say, trying to sound professional. My heart beats faster than it should. Evelyn starts talking about the new project, but I can feel his gaze every few minutes, patient, curious. I keep my eyes on the notes, pretending not to notice.
After the meeting, I step out and exhale like I’ve been holding my breath too long. I tell myself not to overthink it. He’s just being kind. Investors need people to trust them; it’s part of their job. But his voice stays in my mind, smooth and careful. I shake my head and return to my desk, forcing my focus back to work.
During lunch, I eat at my desk, scrolling through numbers. I hear someone walk up and look up to see Gabriel standing beside me. He leans slightly forward, holding a cup of coffee. “You look like you could use this,” he says. I smile, confused, and take it. “Thank you,” I say again. He nods and walks away. I stare at the cup for a while, then at my screen, trying to read the same sentence over and over.
When I get home that evening, Daisy runs up to me, her small arms wrapping around my legs. “Mom, look!” she says, holding a drawing. I kneel and look at it. She’s drawn a house with two windows and a tree. “That’s our new home,” she says proudly. My chest tightens. “It’s beautiful,” I tell her. I put the drawing on the fridge, and for a moment, it feels like hope lives there.
After dinner, I sit at the kitchen table with my laptop open. The email notifications blink, and one catches my eye. It’s from Adrian’s lawyer. My throat tightens. I click it open and read the words that always find new ways to hurt me. We’re reviewing custody terms. I close the laptop slowly. The air feels heavy.
For a long time, I just stare at the dark window. I think of all the nights I spent in that old house, scared and small. I promised myself I’d never go back there in any way, not even in fear. I whisper, “Not this time.” I pick up my phone and call my own lawyer. My voice shakes at first, but I keep going. I explain everything. She listens and tells me we’ll handle it.
After I hang up, I sit in silence. My mind pulls between two thoughts—fear and faith. I chose the second.
The next day at work, I keep my head down. I finish tasks before the deadline, trying to make Evelyn proud. But every time Gabriel walks by, my focus slips. He doesn’t say much, but when he does, his tone holds attention without asking for it.
That night, lying in bed, I heard his voice again in my mind. The way he said “rare” sits in my chest, not heavy but strange. I tell myself I don’t need distraction, not now. I whisper, “He’s just another man.” Still, I smile before I can stop myself. Then I roll over, close my eyes, and promise to forget it.
Morning comes too fast. I rush Daisy to school, her chatter bright and light. She tells me about her friend Lily and how she wants to bring her home someday. I nod, half-listening, half-thinking about the day ahead. I want to stay focused. I want to build something that no one can take away again.
The week moves fast. My confidence grows with each finished report, each meeting that goes right. Evelyn starts asking for my opinion more often. I keep my answers short but clear. She nods with approval sometimes, and I feel seen.
That night, I stared at the ceiling after putting Daisy to bed. Gabriel's words keep echoing. I know he didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, but something in his tone had a softness I haven’t heard in years. I turn over and whisper to myself that I’m imagining things. Still, my chest feels warm.
The next morning, I found an envelope under my door. It’s another notice from Adrian’s lawyer. The words are almost the same, only colder. I sit down on the floor and hold the paper tight. For a few minutes, I let the fear in, let it fill the room. Then I stand up and tear the paper into pieces. I whisper, “You don’t get to scare me anymore.” Daisy calls from her room, and I go to her, trying to keep my voice steady.
At work, I pour myself into tasks again. Gabriel passes by and pauses. “Rough day?” he asks quietly. I nod. “Custody issues,” I admit before I can stop myself. He doesn’t ask for details. He just says, “You’ll win.” His certainty surprises me. I want to ask how he knows, but the words stick. He leaves, and I feel lighter.
That night, Daisy draws again. This time, she adds two stick figures beside the house. “That’s you and me,” she says. “We’re happy here.” I hug her tight and tell her I love her. Her small hand rests on my cheek, and she smiles. “You look happy now,” she says. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.
Later, when she’s asleep, I open my laptop again. I work on a new presentation idea, something that’s been sitting in my mind all week. I sent it to Evelyn before midnight. Minutes later, a message appears. Good work, Sloane. Gabriel liked your proposal. My heart skips. I sit back and whisper, “He read it?” I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me.
One evening, as I pack up to leave the office, Gabriel walks out at the same time. “Heading home?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply, holding my bag close. “You’ve done well here,” he says quietly. I look at him, unsure how to answer. “You’re building something good,” he adds. I nod slowly. “Trying to,” I say.
When I get home, I sit by the window, the night air cool against my face. I think about how life keeps moving even after it breaks.
I think about the first day I walked into Evelyn’s office, afraid and unsure. Now I feel a small spark in me, something that whispers, You’re not done yet.
Gabriel’s gaze stays in my thoughts longer than I want to admit. I tell myself it means nothing. But when I close my eyes, the warmth of his words, his quiet belief, and Daisy’s hope all mix into one thought. For the first time in years, I’m not just surviving. I’m beginning again.
And somewhere deep inside, I can feel it—the first spark.
Chapter 8: The Fire Grows
POV: Sloane Harper
The nights stretch longer than they used to. I work all day, then rush to my evening classes with my bag heavy on my shoulder. My body feels tired, but my mind stays awake. Every time I sit in that classroom, I remind myself that I’m building something that’s mine. I whisper inside, you have to keep going.
Evelyn stands at the front, talking about confidence and power. Her words are sharp, and they hit me straight. “Charm is a tool,” she says. “So is your mind. Use both.” I write it down even though I already know what she means. She doesn’t talk about luck or chance. She talks about choice, and I want to believe I still have that.
When class ends, I walk home with my notes clutched tight. I think about everything I’ve done these past few months—working at Evelyn’s firm, learning late at night, trying to balance it all with being a mother. It feels impossible some days, but quitting isn’t an option. I tell myself that every time I feel weak.
At work, Evelyn starts giving me bigger projects. She says I have a natural pull when I talk, that people listen. I don’t know if I believe her yet, but her confidence rubs off on me. “You’re learning to stand,” she says once. “Now start walking like you own the ground.” I nod and make that my new goal.
She invited me to a networking event on Friday. I agree before I can think about it too much. The thought of standing among strangers makes me nervous, but I can’t keep hiding. The night comes, and I arrive early. I stayed close to Evelyn at first, letting her guide me through introductions. My voice feels small, but I push through.
Halfway through the event, I hear a familiar laugh. It’s light, sharp, and it freezes me before I even turn around. Mia stands by the bar, talking to someone. Her face is calm, her smile too smooth. For a moment, I think about walking away, pretending not to see her. But she spots me before I can move.
She walks over, her steps confident as always. “Sloane,” she says, smiling wide. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” I match her smile, even though I feel my pulse race. “People said this event was for professionals,” I say quietly. Her eyes flicker, but she keeps smiling. “Still have that sharp tongue,” she says. “Guess that’s why Adrian always complained.”
I want to look away, but I don’t. “You must know,” I reply, “he only complains about people he can’t control.” She laughs softly. “You think you’ve escaped him?” I take a slow breath. “I don’t think,” I say. “I know.” Her smile falters just for a second, then returns. “You sound sure,” she says. “Be careful, though. Some things don’t stay buried.”
I stare at her, my chest tight but my mind clear. “You’d know a lot about things that don’t stay buried,” I say quietly. “Secrets, for example.” Her face hardens. “Still bitter?” she asks. “Still human,” I reply. She doesn’t answer. She just gives me one last look before turning away.
I stand there for a moment, my breath shaky. My mind replays the exchange, but I refuse to let it break me. I remind myself that this is what growth feels like—uncomfortable but strong. I walk back into the crowd and keep talking to people, even though my hands won’t stop trembling.
When the event ends, I walk home slowly. The streets are quiet, the air heavy. My thoughts jump from work to Daisy to the look on Mia’s face. I wonder if she’ll tell Adrian she saw me. Part of me doesn’t care anymore. The other part knows I’m not fully free. Not yet.
The next morning, I wake early and get ready for work. I make coffee, pack my things, and head out. Everything feels normal until I reach the corner near my building. A man stands across the street, pretending to look at his phone. I notice him because he doesn’t move when the light changes. He just stands there.
At first, I ignored it. I tell myself I’m imagining things. People stand around all the time. But when I see him again after work, standing in the same spot, my chest tightens. He doesn’t look at me directly, but I can feel it. Something in the air feels off. I keep walking, not wanting to show fear.
The next day, he’s there again. Same coat, same stance. My hands shake as I unlock my door that night. I sit down and stare at my phone, wondering if I should tell someone. Then it hits me. Adrian used to do this. He used to send people to “check” on me, to “make sure” I was safe. It was never safe. It was control.
I feel the old fear crawl up again, but I push it down. I whisper, “You can’t scare me anymore.” My voice is small, but it’s mine. I tell myself that I’m not the woman I was before. I’ve learned how to fight quietly, how to live loudly without permission.
The next morning, I see the man again. He follows at a distance when I walk toward the bus stop. My heart pounds, but I keep moving. Each step feels heavy, but I don’t stop. In my head, I can almost hear Adrian’s voice—the calm, controlling tone he always used when he wanted to remind me he still had power.
I turn around once, and the man looks away. That confirms everything. He’s watching me. I whisper under my breath, “He sent you.” The thought burns, but it also sharpens something inside me. I tell myself that fear is what he wants. I won’t give it to him. Not this time.
That night, I stayed up late, sitting by the window with the lights off. I see the man again, standing under the streetlight across the road. He doesn’t move. He just waits. My stomach twists, but I keep staring back. I don’t hide. For a moment, I think he flinches. Then he turns and walks away.
My phone buzzes soon after. A message appears from an unknown number. You shouldn’t be out so late alone. My fingers freeze over the screen. I delete the message without replying. Then I turn off the phone completely.
I sit in silence for a long time, my mind racing through memories I’ve tried to forget. The shouting, the manipulation, the way Adrian always found ways to remind me I belonged to him. I whisper again, “Not anymore.” The words steady me a little, enough to breathe.
I know this isn’t the end. I know the man might come back, that Adrian might keep sending people to remind me of his reach. But I also know something has changed. I’m not hiding anymore. I’m not shrinking. I’m standing, even if my knees shake.
The thought settles deep inside me. For the first time, fear doesn’t paralyze me—it feeds me. It turns into something sharp, something alive.
And as I sit there in the dark, I realize the truth: the fire inside me isn’t dying.
It’s only growing.
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