He Never Said Goodbye, So I Did

Eight years into our marriage, Bernard cheated on me.

Not just cheated. He hid a woman like she was some fragile little bird, tucked away where my life couldnt touch her. Ingrid Delaney. That was her name. I didnt scream when I found out. I just sat there and felt empty.

Then the next day, I arranged everything. I sent her away with a wealthy old businessman from New York, someone with money, power, and a reputation that made people look away. She went willingly. I didnt ask why. I didnt care.

After that, Bernard came back home like nothing happened. Like he hadnt betrayed me. Like he wasnt a man who ordered deaths with a single call. He was gentle again. Attentive. Hed sit beside me at dinner, ask if I was tired, and touch my shoulder like he actually cared.

I told myself it was just a small thing. Just a mistake. Something men like him did.

I was wrong.

A month later, everything collapsed.

My family company went bankrupt overnight. Deals fell apart, accounts froze, partners vanished like ghosts. My father couldnt handle it. He jumped off a building, leaving nothing but blood and debts behind. My mother they said creditors came for her. They didnt just take money. They took everything. She died screaming. My little sister was kidnapped and gang raped then threw her body on the road.

And me?

I broke. My body gave up. I couldnt even stand. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I did to deserve this. Was it something I said? Something I missed? Why was everything taken from me?

On my last day, Bernard stood beside my bed.

The man I loved more than my own life.

His face wasnt gentle anymore. It twisted, ugly and cold, like I was looking at a stranger.

You remember what you did? he said, voice low, dangerous. You handed Ingrid to that old bastard. You think I didnt know what would happen to her? She died in that bed, Naomi. Covered in bruises, begging for someone to save her.

My fingers shook against the sheets. I didnt I didnt know

Dont lie to yourself, he cut me off, sharp, impatient. You knew enough. And now youre paying for it. Every single thing that happened to your family? That was me.

My heart stopped.

You? I couldnt even breathe. You destroyed them?

He let out a dry laugh. Who else could do it so clean? Your father jumping, your mother getting dragged into hell, your sister got raped. Thats what happens when you touch whats mine.

I stared at him. This man. This monster.

Why? I whispered. I loved you wasnt that enough?

He looked down at me like I was nothing. Love? Dont talk about love like you understand it. Ingrid was mine. You took her away. So I took everything from you. Fair trade.

Fair?

Was that what this was?

My chest hurt so much I thought it would split open. I wanted to scream, to claw at him, to ask him why he married me in the first place. But no sound came out.

In the end, I just lay there, staring at him, and died with that question still stuck in my throat.

Why did you choose me if you were going to destroy me?

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing outside the study.

My body felt light. My heart was racing like it was trying to escape my chest.

Inside, I heard his voice.

Bernard.

Alive.

Yeah, thanks, brother, he said over the phone, his tone low and controlled, Transfer the villa in the suburbs to Ingrids name for now. Ill owe you one. And dont let your sister-in-law find out. I dont want drama at home.

My whole body went cold.

This this moment.

I knew it.

This was the day I found out about her in my past life.

My hands clenched at my sides. Am I dreaming? Or did I really come back?

Then I heard him again, softer this time, almost amused. Ingrids different, you know. When Im with her, I can breathe. Shes warm, shes alive. But Naomi He paused, and I could almost hear the frown on his face. Shes just there. Always serious, always watching. Its suffocating.

My throat tightened.

Im not leaving my wife, he added. Dont get it twisted. I just need somewhere to go when Im sick of the silence. That doesnt mean I dont love her. I just cant stand being around her too long.

Each word felt like a knife sliding into my chest.

So thats what I was to him?

A cage?

I pressed my lips together, forcing the tears back. No. Not again. Im not going to fall apart again.

I walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, hands resting quietly on my lap like I hadnt just heard my entire life shatter.

...

A few minutes later, the study door opened.

Bernard stepped out, tall, composed, dressed in black like the king of a world built on blood. His eyes landed on me and he froze for a second.

Honey? When did you get back?

I looked up at him. Same face. Same voice. The same man who killed my entire family.

I just got home. Been sitting here for a bit.

He watched me, like he was trying to read something on my face. For a moment, I thought he knew. Then he looked away, jaw tightening.

Theres an issue with one of the shipments, he reached for his coat. I have to go handle it. Dont wait up.

Same excuse.

Exactly the same.

I stared at him for two seconds. My heart didnt even react this time.

Okay, I said. Go.

He hesitated, like he expected me to ask more. I didnt.

Get some rest, he muttered, then turned and walked out.

The door closed. And just like that, he didnt come home that night. Again.

I sat there the whole night. Like a ghost, staring at nothing, waiting for something to hurt less. It never did. When the first light came through the window, it felt cold on my face. I rubbed my eyes, but they were dry. No tears left. Of course not. I already cried them all out in my last life.

I stood up, made myself eat a little breakfast like a normal wife, then left the house.

...

First stop was a law firm. I didnt think too much about it. If I stopped, I might hesitate. And I couldnt afford that.

Then I went to the MacAllister Group.

His empire.

Top floor. Of course. Bernard always liked being above everyone, literally and figuratively. The elevator doors opened and the hallway was empty, too quiet. But from inside his office, I heard something.

Soft voices. Low. Intimate.

Mr. MacAllister, you're too naughty! Ugh!

My steps froze.

Then his voice came, deeper, rougher than the one he used with me. Mr. McAllister? Call me that again and Ill stop right here. You testing me, huh?

There was a small laugh, Okay, okay. I didnt mean it

Then say it right, he said, low and coaxing, like he had all the patience in the world for her. What do you call me?

A pause. Then softly, almost shy. Baby

Good girl, he muttered.

My nails dug into my palm so hard it hurt. Even after everything, after knowing how this all ended, my heart still cracked open like it was new. Why did it still hurt? Havent I died once already?

I stood there for a long time. I dont even know how long. Long enough for the sounds to fade, for silence to come back.

Then I lifted my hand and knocked.

Come in.

When I pushed the door open, Bernard was already behind his desk, perfectly composed. Tie straight, expression calm, like nothing happened. Like there wasnt a woman still hidden somewhere in that room.

His eyes landed on me and narrowed slightly. What are you doing here?

Cold. Just like always.

I brought something for you to sign, I said, walking in slowly.

I took the document out of my bag, flipped to the last page, and slid it across the desk toward him.

What is it? he asked, already reaching for a pen, barely even looking.

Before he could read, there was a soft sound under the desk. A small, muffled breath.

His hand paused for half a second. Then he leaned back in his chair and cleared his throat, like he was covering it up.

I didnt look down.

I just tightened my grip on my bag until my fingers hurt. I could taste bitterness in my throat, thick and choking, but I swallowed it anyway.

Its nothing important, I said. Just some property transfer stuff.

He didnt question it.

Of course he didnt. Why would he? I was just his wife. The boring one. The one who handled things quietly and never caused trouble.

Next time, just have someone bring it over. You dont need to come here for this kind of crap.

I almost laughed.

Is it because youre worried Ill get tired or because youre scared Ill see her?

Its fine. Just this once. Youre busy anyway. I wont take up your time.

He hummed, distracted, and signed his name without another glance. Quick. Clean. Like it meant nothing.

The divorce agreement.

Just like that.

I took the papers back, my hands steady.

Get some rest at home, he added, not even looking at me anymore. You look like shit.

I nodded. I will.

Then I turned and walked out.

The moment the door closed behind me, I pulled out my phone. My fingers didnt shake this time.

I dialed the number.

Its me, I said when the line connected. Im selling thirty five percent of MacAllister Group shares. Low price.

Are you serious?

Yes.

When do we sign?

One month, I said. Well finalize everything in one month.

That was when the divorce would take effect.

And when that happened, I would walk away from everything I built with my own hands. The company. The name. All of it.

I lowered the phone slowly after the call ended.

Bernard.

In my last life, you hated me for sending her away. You destroyed my entire world for that one decision.

This time

Ill give you exactly what you want. And then Ill take everything you never thought you could lose.

Before I left, I stopped by the restroom.

I splashed some water on my face, stared at myself in the mirror for a second. Pale. Tired. Empty. I almost didnt recognize the woman looking back at me.

When I walked out, I ran straight into her.

Ingrid.

She was walking toward me like she owned the place.

Mrs. MacAllister... Youre still here?

Her shirt was slightly open, just enough to show the marks on her skin. She wasnt even trying to hide it. She wanted me to see.

I stopped and looked at her properly.

In my past life, I crushed her in less than a day. I used everything I had, pressure, threats, money, until she backed off and left for New York on her own.

Now?

I was too tired.

Too tired to fight. Too tired to care.

I looked away and walked past her without saying a word.

I didnt even make it five steps when a hot liquid splashed across my back.

I flinched. The heat burned through my clothes instantly.

Oh! Ingrid gasped behind me, way too dramatic. Im so sorry! I didnt mean to.

I turned slowly.

She was holding an empty coffee cup, her lips trembling like she was about to cry. But her eyes her eyes were smiling.

I just she continued softly, lowering her gaze. President MacAllister kept me busy earlier. I guess I used too much energy. My hands are still shaking.

My stomach twisted.

Images flashed in my head without permission. Him and her. In that office. Right above where I was standing.

I felt sick.

I didnt want to deal with this. Not anymore. But that didnt mean she got to walk all over me.

Before I could think twice, I stepped forward and slapped her.

The sound echoed down the hallway.

Her head snapped to the side.

And right at that moment, the office door opened.

Bernard walked out.

Ingrid reacted fast. Faster than I expected. She dropped to the floor right in front of me, covering her face, her body trembling.

Im sorry, Mrs. MacAllister, she cried, I didnt mean it, please dont be mad at me. I know I was careless.

Bernards expression darkened instantly.

What the hell is going on? he snapped, already moving toward her.

He shoved me aside without even looking.

My back, already burned from the coffee, slammed into the corner of the wall. Pain shot through me and I sucked in a breath, but he didnt notice. Of course he didnt.

He crouched down in front of her, Hey. Look at me. What happened?

Ingrid sniffed, clinging to his sleeve. I felt dizzy I think my blood sugar dropped. I didnt see properly and spilled coffee on Mrs. MacAllister. She got angry and slapped me. I understand I really do but my head still feels so light

His jaw tightened.

Then he looked up at me.

That look. Cold. Sharp. Full of blame.

Shes just a kid! An intern. You really had to hit her over something like that? Whats wrong with you?

I stared at him.

A kid?

So thats what she was now?

He didnt wait for my answer. He slid one arm under Ingrid and lifted her up carefully, like she was something fragile.

Easy, he muttered to her. Ive got you.

And then he carried her back into the office.

Just like that.

I stood there, watching his back disappear, and something inside me finally broke.

Tears fell before I could stop them.

I remembered there was a time when I got a small cut on my finger. Just a tiny one. He panicked back then. Carried me all the way to the hospital, cursing at the doctors to hurry up. They even laughed at him for overreacting.

Now

That same man didnt even notice I was hurt.

I wiped my face quickly. Enough. I already decided, didnt I? So why does it still hurt this much?

I straightened up, ignoring the pain in my back, and walked out of the building.

I didnt look back.

I went straight to the courthouse and filed for divorce.

There was a waiting period. A month. After that, everything between me and Bernard would be over.

Completely over.

This time, I wasnt going to stay.

No matter what.

That night, Bernard didnt come home. He only sent me a message. Said he had to stay late at the company, some business that couldnt wait. Then he added one more line, cold and casual. Dont be late for dinner tomorrow. That dinner I was the one who arranged it. A client tied to one of his underground deals. Important. Dangerous. I stared at the screen for a while before replying.

Okay.

That was it. I didnt ask where he really was. What was the point?

...

The next night, I arrived at the club on time. Private room. High-end place. The kind where deals were made over drinks and blood got cleaned before anyone noticed. But he wasnt there. Instead, I saw Ingrid. She stood up when she saw me, all neat and proper, nothing like yesterday.

Mrs. MacAllister, she said politely. President MacAllister is still in a meeting. He asked me to come ahead and let you know. He also said I should observe and learn.

Observe? I almost laughed. Still, I nodded and led her inside.

Fine. Stay close and dont mess anything up.

Dinner started. The client was already tipsy, loud, eyes wandering. Ingrid didnt hold back. She poured drinks, leaned in close, her body brushing against him on purpose. Smiling, laughing, letting him touch her arm longer than necessary. Anyone could see what she was doing. I felt disgust crawl up my throat. I hated this kind of thing. Always had. I built everything without playing those games. I wasnt about to sit there and watch it happen in front of me. I stood up.

Excuse me.

And walked out to the bathroom. When I came back, something felt off. There were people gathered outside the private room, whispering, tense. My heart skipped. I pushed through them and stepped inside. The room was a mess. Chairs knocked over. Glass shattered. The air smelled sharp, metallic. And on the floor the client lay in a pool of blood. My breath caught.

What happened?

Then I saw him. Bernard. He was already there. And in his arms was Ingrid, her hair messy, dress wrinkled, trembling as she clung to him. I understood in an instant. Before I could even speak again, a sharp pain exploded across my face. He slapped me. My head snapped to the side.

Dont you know whats the fuck going on? he snapped, his voice low and furious, Naomi, you wanna play dirty, go ahead. I wont stop you. But dont drag her into your shit! Shes not built for that. Shes not as ruthless as you.

I froze. My cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to what his words did. Ruthless? Me? I remembered the early days of the company. Running around, closing deals, facing men who thought they could corner me.

One time it got dangerous. I refused. Walked away even if it meant losing everything. He was furious back then. Stormed to my place, grabbed me, even hit me once in anger. Got himself locked up for a few days because of it. And when he came out, he held me and said, you did the right thing. Thank you for protecting yourself.

From that day on, everyone knew I hated those unspoken rules. But now this was who I was to him? A woman whod do anything for business? A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.

Is that really how you see me?

He paused. Just for a second. Something flickered in his eyes. Then Ingrid tightened her grip on his shirt.

Mr. MacAllister, she said weakly, her face flushed, Your wife she asked me to drink with him. I told her I couldnt handle alcohol, but she kept pouring for me. I feel so sick right now

Silence. Then his face hardened again. His gaze turned sharp when it landed on me. Cold. Almost disgusted.

People change, he said slowly. I guess I just didnt see it happening to you.

That hurt more than the slap. He didnt wait for me to respond. He picked Ingrid up in his arms, careful, protective.

Lets go, he muttered to her.

And then he walked out. Just like that. I stood there, surrounded by the mess, by the whispers, by the blood. I lowered my eyes. After a long time, I forced a smile. It hurt more than crying. Yeah people do change. He wasnt mine anymore. Maybe he never was.

...

On the way home, the streets felt too quiet. I didnt notice when I was being followed. Not until someone grabbed me and dragged me into a dark alley. My heart jumped into my throat.

What are you doing? I struggled, panic rising. Let me go!

No answer. They shoved me down and dragged me further, my heels scraping against the ground. I tried to fight back, but there were too many of them. Then I heard water.

A river.

Cold dread crept up my spine.

They hauled me to the edge and forced me down. One of them grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the water.

Everything went black for a second.

I choked, thrashed, tried to breathe but water rushed into my nose and mouth, burning, suffocating. Just when I thought Id pass out, they yanked me up. I gasped, coughing, barely getting air in.

Then they pushed me down again.

Again.

Again.

I lost count. My lungs screamed, my body went weak, and I couldnt even struggle properly anymore. I felt myself slipping, like I was already halfway gone.

When they finally stopped, I collapsed on the ground, shaking, coughing up water, my whole body numb.

Then I heard them talking.

Alright, thats enough, one of them said, a little uneasy. The boss only told us to scare her, not kill her. You wanna deal with the fallout if something happens?

Another one laughed, What are you scared of? You seen how that bastard treats his own wife? He doesnt give a damn about her. Even if we go further, whos gonna care? Hell, he might even thank us for it.

My eyes snapped open.

They were talking about Bernard.

My chest tightened so hard it hurt.

So this was for Ingrid. Because she acted weak, because she played the victim, because she almost got hurt at that dinner he wanted me to feel it too.

He really loved her that much?

One of them crouched down, his hand reaching toward my clothes, rough fingers brushing against my skin. I froze, my body going cold.

Then suddenly

Police sirens.

Loud. Sharp. Getting closer.

Hey! Stop right there! someone shouted from a distance. I already called the cops!

The men cursed under their breath.

Shit, lets go!

They scattered immediately, running off into the darkness without even looking back.

Just like that, they were gone.

I lay there, soaked, trembling, staring up at the night sky. My mind was blank. Empty.

Then something inside me cracked.

I started crying.

Everything I held in just poured out all at once. My chest hurt so bad I could barely breathe. Even then, my body kept retching.

It took a long time before I could move again.

I pushed myself up slowly and walked home.

Bernard didnt come back that night.

Or the next.

...

A whole week passed, and we didnt talk once. No calls. No messages. It was just silence, cold and distant, like we were strangers sharing the same name.

But I still knew where he was.

Ingrid made sure of that.

Every day, she posted pictures. Dinner under candlelight. A private movie theater just for the two of them. Fireworks lit up the sky while she stood beside him, smiling. Every post was different, but the message was the same.

He was with her. Always with her.

He gave her everything. Designer bags, jewelry, a house, even one of his black cards with no limit. The kind of treatment I never even got as his wife.

I stayed home.

I didnt go out. I didnt call anyone.

If I was leaving, then everything tied to me should disappear too.

On the first day, she posted photos of them together. Smiling. Close. Intimate.

I went to the storage room and took out all the albums. Every memory we ever kept. I burned them all.

I watched them turn to ash, one by one, until there was nothing left.

The next day, she posted a video of them baking together. Flour on their hands, laughing, feeding each other like they were the only two people in the world.

I stood in the living room for a long time, staring at it. Then I walked to the wine cabinet. Bottles he had collected for years. Expensive, rare, things he once said he was saving for special days with me.

I took one down.

And smashed it on the floor.

Then another.

And another.

Glass shattered everywhere, the smell of wine spreading through the air. I didnt stop until my hands were shaking and the floor was a mess of broken pieces.

On the seventh day, she posted a video again. Bernard confessed to her, vand she smiled shyly before slipping off the ring on her finger.

I looked down at my own hand.

The diamond was still there. Shining under the light.

Once, I thought it meant something.

I stared at it for a long time. Then I walked to the bathroom, took it off, and dropped it into the toilet.

...

That night, Bernard came back.

It was already late when the bed dipped beside me. His arm reached around my waist out of habit.

Wife, he muttered, voice low and a little tired. Lets stop this cold war, alright? Im not in the mood for this shit anymore. Tomorrows the companys tenth anniversary. Come with me. Well show up together.

Our eighth wedding anniversary.

Funny, right? It used to mean everything to me. Every year, I planned it myself. Every detail. Every smile.

This year would be the last.

I moved slightly, closer to the edge of the bed, just out of his reach.

Mm, I answered softly.

His hand paused in the air. Missed me.

For a second, he didnt move. Then he let out a quiet breath. Probably thought I was still angry.

I felt him settle back.

He mustve remembered the gift he prepared. Something to make me happy again. That always worked before.

It didnt take long before his breathing evened out.

He fell asleep.

I stayed awake.

The next day, the anniversary event was held in one of his private estates. A huge garden, lights everywhere, a pool at the center reflecting everything like a mirror. People in suits and dresses, laughter, music, deals hidden under smiles.

Perfect.

Too perfect.

The big screen lit up. It started with the companys history. Growth. Power. Blood behind success that no one talked about.

Then it switched to us.

Ten years of love.

Photos, videos, memories. Us standing side by side, smiling, holding hands, facing everything together.

People around us started whispering. Admiring. Envious.

I felt his gaze on me. When I looked up, his expression had softened a little. Almost warm.

Then everything changed.

The screen flickered.

And suddenly, it was her.

Dozens of photos. Bernard and Ingrid. Close. Intimate. Some taken in places I didnt even recognize. Some of her alone, private, exposed in ways that made people gasp.

The entire place exploded into noise.

Everyone started talking at once. Eyes turned to me instantly. Of course. Who else would do something like this? The wife exposing the mistress.

Bernards face darkened. His eyes went cold again.

Naomi, he snapped, What the hell is this? You think this is funny?

I shook my head immediately. I didnt do this.

Before I could say more, Ingrid ran up to us, tears already falling.

Mrs. MacAllister, she cried, Mr. MacAllister and I we never crossed that line. Why would you do this to me? Why would you ruin me like this?

I didnt, I said, my voice coming out weaker than I wanted.

She grabbed Bernards arm, holding on tight. Mr. MacAllister, I cant stay anymore. If I stay, people will keep talking. Ill resign. Ill leave. I dont want to destroy your marriage.

Then she turned and ran off, crying.

Bernards body tensed. Panic flashed across his face. He moved to go after her, but I grabbed his hand.

I didnt do it, I said again, looking straight at him. You have to believe me this time.

He didnt.

He shook my hand off hard. I stumbled back, my heel slipping. My body crashed straight into the champagne tower behind me.

Glass shattered.

Liquid spilled everywhere.

I fell to the ground, pain shooting through me as sharp edges cut into my skin.

He didnt even look.

Youre really getting out of hand, he said coldly. Following people, taking pictures, spreading shit like this. What wont you do anymore?

I didnt

I was gonna make it up to you, he cut me off, irritation clear in his voice. Thought you were just throwing a tantrum. But you? You crossed the line.

Then he pulled something out.

An emerald necklace.

My breath stopped.

That necklace it was my familys. Passed down for generations. I sold it years ago to save his company. I never got it back and now it was in his hand.

For a second, hope flickered.

Then he threw it.

Straight into the pool.

No! I shouted, my voice breaking.

But he was already turning away.

Stay here and clean up your mess, he said without even looking back. I dont have time for this.

And then he left.

Chasing after her.

I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain, and ran to the edge of the pool. The water rippled where the necklace disappeared.

Without thinking, I climbed over and jumped in.

Cold water swallowed me whole.

I opened my eyes, searching, my chest burning as I dove deeper and deeper.

I didnt know how long Id stayed there. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. All I knew was I couldnt let it go.

The moment I found the necklace, my body was already at its limit. The cuts on my skin burned when the pool water soaked into them, the pain sharp and constant, but I still held on. I clenched my teeth and kept searching until my fingers finally closed around it.

When I climbed out, I was shaking so hard I could barely stand. I dragged myself to the edge, pulled myself up, and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

The necklace was still in my hand.

I tightened my grip on it, water dripping from my fingers. Memories hit me all at once. The day I pawned it. The way he held my hand and promised me hed take care of me for the rest of my life. That hed only love me.

What a joke.

A broken laugh slipped out of my mouth.

I kept laughing, but tears came out at the same time. My chest hurt so much I couldnt breathe properly.

When I got home, I fell sick.

High fever. My whole body felt heavy, weak. Even getting up to pour water felt impossible. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, half-conscious.

Then the door opened.

Bernard was back.

Before I could even react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

Get up, he said coldly. Youre coming with me.

I thought maybe he noticed. Maybe he saw I was sick. Maybe he was taking me to the hospital.

So I didnt resist. I followed him.

But halfway through the drive, something felt wrong.

Bernard, I said weakly, holding onto the seat. This isnt the way to the hospital. Where are we going?

He let out a short, annoyed laugh. Hospital? Youve got some nerve. You havent even cleaned up your mess and youre thinking about a hospital?

My mind was slow. Foggy. I didnt understand.

Not until the car stopped.

A bridge.

High. Dark. Cars passing below, lights flashing.

And at the edge Ingrid stood there.

My heart dropped.

Bernard dragged me out of the car and pulled me forward. The wind was strong, cold against my face. Ingrid saw us and stepped back, panic on her face.

Dont come any closer! she cried.

Ingrid, stop this, Bernard said quickly, his voice tense for the first time. Dont do anything stupid. I brought her here. Naomis here to apologize. Shell clear everything up online. No ones going to hurt you.

Apologize?

I froze.

No, I said immediately, Im not apologizing. Why should I? I didnt do anything.

They were the ones who cheated. They were the ones who humiliated me. Why should I be the one begging?

Ingrid lowered her head, her shoulders shaking. Of course you dont need to apologize. Im just worthless anyway. Everyones laughing at me now. Maybe its better if I just die.

Bernards face changed instantly. Dont say that!

He turned to me, anger flashing in his eyes. What the hell is wrong with you?! Its just an apology. You really cant do that?

My chest tightened.

Bernard, I said, my voice trembling despite myself. Ten years. Weve been together for ten years. Doesnt that mean anything to you?

I wasnt just asking for myself. I was asking for the one who already died once. The one who loved him until the very end.

He paused.

Just for a second.

Then his expression went cold again. Are you going to apologize or not?

So that was my answer.

I had no choice.

A tear slipped down my face. I clenched my teeth. Fine. Im sorry. Miss Ingrid, Im sorry. Ill fix it right now.

My hands shook as I took out my phone and posted a public statement. Clearing her name. Taking all the blame.

When I finished, he didnt even look at me.

He walked straight to her, Ingrid, you hear that? Its done. Come down now, dont scare me like that again.

Then he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Careful. Gentle.

I stood there, watching. My chest felt empty.

I pushed myself up slowly, using the railing for support.

Ingrid walked over to me, still holding Bernards hand. She reached out and grabbed mine.

Mrs. MacAllister, she said softly. Thank you.

Her grip tightened.

Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear.

As a woman, dont you think youre pathetic?

My head snapped up. Anger rushed through me. I tried to pull my hand away.

But she held on tighter then she dragged me back with her.

Ah! she suddenly screamed.

My foot slipped and the world tilted.

Everything happened too fast.

Bernard rushed forward, reaching out. His hand caught hers.

Only hers.

Not mine.

For a second, our eyes met.

Then I fell.

The wind roared in my ears. Lights blurred. My mind went blank, then flooded with memories. Every moment. Every promise. Every lie.

In the end

He chose her.

My body hit something hard below.

A black SUV passing under the bridge.

The impact knocked the air out of me instantly. Pain exploded through my entire body, sharp and unbearable.

Then everything went dark.

...

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital.

So I didnt die.

The fall wasnt as high as it felt. The bridge wasnt that tall, and I hit the roof of the SUV before rolling onto the ground. Lucky, they said. If you could call this lucky.

Three ribs broken. Every breath felt like something stabbing into my chest.

Honey, youre finally awake.

Bernard rushed over the moment he saw me. He looked tired, eyes slightly red, like he hadnt slept properly.

For a second I thought he stopped, then let out a breath. Good. Youre fine now. Ingrids been blaming herself this whole time. She couldnt even eat, and said she felt guilty seeing you like that.

I stared at him.

So thats where hed been. Taking care of her.

I slowly pulled my hand away from him. With you around her all the time, Im sure shell live a long life, I said quietly.

His expression darkened. Do you have to talk like that?

I didnt answer.

Ingrid works under me, he continued, his tone turning colder. Shes alone in this city, no one to rely on. Of course Im going to look after her. And dont forget, if it wasnt for you, she wouldnt have ended up like this.

There it was again.

My fault. Always my fault.

I closed my eyes. I didnt have the strength to argue anymore. What was the point? He already chose who to believe.

His phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and picked up immediately, his voice softening. Ingrid? Whats wrong?

Im scared of being alone, her voice came through faintly.

Im coming back now, he said right away. Dont worry, Ill be there soon.

He stood up without hesitation. Then he paused, as if remembering I was still there.

Naomi, he said, letting out a breath. Youve got me, youve got the best doctors. But Ingrid has nothing. Stop picking on her all the time.

Then he left.

Just like that.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling.

He said I had him. But didnt I already lose him a long time ago?

The next few days, he didnt come back. Not once.

And this time, I didnt care.

I just listened to the doctor, took my medicine, and focused on getting better. Slowly, painfully, I healed.

When I was finally discharged, I didnt even get to go home first. I was called straight back to the company.

A meeting.

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Ingrid stood in the middle, eyes red, looking like shed been crying for hours.

I really didnt mean to, she said softly, her voice trembling.

No one bought it.

The board members were furious. Accusing her one after another. Saying she leaked confidential information to a business partner. Saying she crossed a line no one should ever cross.

Enough, Bernard said suddenly, his voice cold and firm.

The room went quiet.

I believe she didnt do it on purpose, he continued. And even if she did, its not your call to deal with her.

People frowned. Someone spoke up. Mr. MacAllister, this isnt something we can ignore. She has to be removed.

Bernard didnt even hesitate.

Ive already transferred thirty five percent of my shares to Ingrid, he said. Shes a shareholder now. Not an employee. No one here has the authority to fire her.

My mind went blank.

Thirty five percent.

Do you know how long it took me to get that? Ten years. Ten years of working beside him, building everything from nothing. And she got the same amount in less than a month.

Just because he wanted to protect her.

He once told me the company would always belong to the two of us.

Now there were three.

Just like our marriage.

I lowered my eyes and let out a quiet laugh. It sounded calm, but my nails were digging deep into my palm, so hard it almost hurt more than my ribs.

No one dared to argue anymore. With him backing her, the board had no choice. One by one, they left, frustrated but silent.

I stood up too. I didnt want to stay there any longer.

Right then, the door opened.

Two police officers walked in.

Good afternoon, one of them said, his gaze sweeping across the room. We received a report about stolen and leaked trade secrets. The name Ingrid was mentioned. Is she here?

The room went completely still.

Ingrid hid behind Bernard, wiggling her finger at him like she wanted help.

Bernard just stared for a long moment. Then he finally said, It wasnt her.

All eyes turned to him.

We looked into it ourselves, he continued, voice low but sharp. It wasnt Ingrid who did it. The real mastermind was you, Naomi.

He pointed straight at me.

What did you say? My voice trembled. Say it again. Who?

He stepped closer and grabbed my hand, his grip firm, heavy, like I couldnt pull away. If Ingrid had a record, shed be done in this city, done in this industry. But you, youve got me. Ill take care of you for the rest of your life. Dont worry, Ill get you out.

Then he turned and handed a USB to the police, saying nothing else, just calm and businesslike. This is the evidence. Naomi did it.

My blood ran cold, and a chill shot from my feet to my chest.

He even made fake evidence. No way out.

I jerked my hand away and glared at him, tears stinging my eyes. Ten years ago he swore hed love and protect me for life. And this this is what that meant?

I felt utterly pathetic.

At the station, I tried to explain. Again and again. I told them I didnt do it, that it was all fake, that he set me up. They didnt care. They looked at me with that same expression. Doubt. Annoyance. Then the lawyer came in. Said I was unstable. Said I was under too much stress. That I wasnt in the right state of mind to even understand what I was saying.

Miss Naomi needs evaluation, he said calmly. Shes showing signs of emotional instability. Its better if she receives treatment.

Treatment? I wanted to laugh. Before I could argue, they already made the decision. I wasnt sent to jail. I was sent somewhere worse. A private mental institution. High walls. Locked doors. White everywhere. Too clean. Too quiet. The moment I stepped in, I knew something was wrong. The nurses looked at me without warmth. The doctors didnt ask questions. They just wrote things down.

The patient shows resistance, one of them said.

Im not sick, I told them, my voice hoarse. Youre making a mistake.

They didnt listen. They strapped me down. The first day, they injected something into my arm. I felt my body go heavy, my mind slow, like I was sinking into something I couldnt escape. The second day, they kept me awake. Lights on. Questions repeated over and over.

Did you do it?

Admit it.

Why wont you cooperate?

I said no. Every time. They didnt like that. The third day they changed methods. Cold water. They held my head down, forcing me to stay under just long enough to panic, then pulling me back up before I passed out. Again and again until I couldnt even think straight.

See? one of them said calmly. Shes still resisting.

By the third day, I couldnt even tell what was real. My hands shook, my chest burned, and every step felt like walking through a nightmare

Those three days in that place felt worse than death. By the time they let me out, my mind was empty and slow. I couldnt think straight, couldnt even tell what was real anymore.

I didnt realize the car I got into wasnt safe. The lawyer who said Bernard sent him he wasnt Bernards man at all.

Everything was a setup.

Bernard pushed someone too far this time. Forced a partner into a corner, crushed his business, left him with nothing. So now he was fighting back.

And I got dragged into it.

So did Ingrid.

The car drove for a long time. No one spoke. My head leaned against the window, eyes half-closed, until it finally stopped. Hands grabbed me again, rough, impatient, dragging me out.

The smell of the sea hit me first.

Then I saw him.

Sandro? My voice came out weak. My chest tightened. President Moore you dont have to do this. We can talk this out. Theres still a way to fix this.

He looked at me and laughed, but there was no humor in it. Just anger.

Talk? he sneered. If talking worked, your man wouldnt have destroyed everything I built. He backed me into a corner, Naomi. You think Ive got anything left to lose?

My heart sank.

You people started this, he continued, eyes burning. You leaked secrets, crushed my company, and now you want me to sit down and talk? No. If Im going down, Im taking all of you with me.

He pulled out his phone and dialed.

Bernard, he said the moment the call connected. Both your women are with me. Youve got one hour. Bring five hundred million in cash. If you dont Ill burn one alive and drown the other.

My breath caught.

On the other end, there was silence for a second. Then Bernards voice came through. Cold. Dangerous.

You touch them, and Ill make sure you regret being born.

Sandro laughed loudly. You dont get to threaten me anymore. One hour. Dont be late.

The call ended.

They tied us up.

I was dragged to the edge and suspended over the water, ropes digging into my wrists. The sea below was dark and endless.

Ingrid was kept closer, right beside Sandro. I could smell gasoline. He had poured it around her feet.

I closed my eyes for a second.

So this was how it ends?

Less than an hour later, Bernard arrived.

Of course he did.

He stepped out, calm but tense, eyes scanning everything in one sweep. They passed over me then lingered on Ingrid.

Finally, he looked at Sandro.

Let them go, he said flatly.

Sandro smirked. You dont give orders here anymore. Wheres the money?

Bernard pushed a black case forward. Five hundred million. Let them go.

Sandro signaled his men. They checked it, opened it, and confirmed everything. Then he laughed again.

I changed my mind, he said slowly. Now you only get one. One lives. One dies. Your choice.

My heart started pounding so hard it hurt.

I already knew the answer. Even if I didnt want to admit it I knew.

Bernard didnt hesitate. Im not choosing, he said coldly. I want both.

I froze. For a second, I actually looked at him.

But Ingrid her face twisted for just a moment before she lowered her head, tears falling.

Mr. MacAllister! You dont have to save me. This is all because of me. Just let me end it.

Before anyone could react, she suddenly shoved the man holding her. Sandro stumbled. The lighter in his hand slipped.

Everything happened at once.

Fire burst out.

The gasoline caught instantly, flames rising fast and wild.

Shit! Sandro cursed, furious. He grabbed Ingrid and threw her straight into the fire. Then he turned and cut the rope holding me.

I dropped.

Right before I hit the water, I saw Bernard move. His face had gone pale.

He ran forward.

Ingrid!

He rushed straight into the fire, grabbed her, lifted her in his arms, shielding her from the flames. And me? I fell into the sea.

...

When I woke up again, I was already lying on an operating table.

The lights above me were too bright. My head felt heavy, and my body didnt listen properly.

Then I saw him.

Bernard stood right in front of me, his face dark, eyes filled with anger I hadnt seen in a long time. Not even disappointment this time. Just rage.

Naomi, he said, voice low and dangerous. Why the hell did you team up with Sandro to pull this kind of stunt? You really thought you could play everyone and get away with it?

I blinked at him, confused. What are you talking about?

His jaw tightened. Dont play dumb with me! Ingrid already told me everything. You didnt want to take the blame, so you set her up. You planned all this just to hurt her. Youve really become that vicious?

My heart dropped.

So thats what she did.

I didnt even know how she twisted it this far, but somehow he believed her. Of course he did.

It wasnt me, I said, forcing myself up a little, my throat dry and rough. I didnt do anything. You have to at least listen to me

Enough! he snapped, cutting me off. Im done listening to your excuses.

I froze.

The words died in my throat.

Right. Why was I even trying? Since when did he ever choose me over her? No matter what I said, it wouldnt matter.

I slowly leaned back, staring at him.

So what? I said quietly, a bitter smile forming. What now? How are you going to punish me this time?

Something in my tone made his expression turn even colder.

A blood debt gets paid with blood, he said flatly.

My fingers tightened.

Ingrid got burned because of you, he continued, his voice hard as stone. She needs a skin graft. Youre giving it to her. Right now.

For a second, I thought I heard wrong.

What? My voice came out weak. No Im not doing that.

I tried to get off the table, panic rising, but before I could move, several men stepped in and forced me back down.

Let me go! I struggled, my body weak but still fighting. Bernard, you cant do this to me!

Theres nothing to discuss, he said coldly.

Then he turned around and walked out.

Didnt even look back.

The door closed.

A few seconds later, someone else was pushed in.

I turned my head and saw Ingrid.

She lay on another bed at first, her leg wrapped, but the moment the door shut, she sat up easily. No pain. No weakness.

Her lips curled into a smile.

A chill ran down my spine.

She stepped down and walked closer, completely fine. Then she looked at the doctor and gave a small nod.

Start, she said softly. And dont give her any anesthesia. I want to see everything.

The room went silent. The doctor hesitated for a second, exchanging looks with the nurses.

But no one dared to refuse. Fear hit me all at once.

No! Wait!" I struggled harder, You cant do this. Let me go!

Hands held me down tighter. Straps locked around my wrists.

I couldnt move.

The knife touched my skin.

Then it cut.

Pain exploded through my body.

Ah! I screamed, my whole body jerking uncontrollably.

Ingrid laughed.

Soft at first. Then louder.

I turned my head and saw her watching me, eyes shining, enjoying it.

Keep going, she said calmly. Dont stop.

The blade moved again.

And again.

Each cut was slow, deliberate. I could feel everything. Every inch. Every tear of skin. Warm blood spread under me, soaking the table.

My body was shaking so hard I couldnt control it. My breath came out broken, uneven.

But after a while I stopped making sound.

What was the point?

The more I screamed, the happier she looked.

So I bit down on my lip and stayed quiet. Even when the pain got worse. Even when it felt like I was being torn apart piece by piece.

How did it come to this?

How did the man who once held me so carefully become the one who did this to me?

The cuts didnt stop.

One.

Two.

Ten.

I lost count somewhere in between. All I knew was the pain never ended. By the time it was over, my body was covered in blood. My vision was blurry, everything spinning.

I couldnt feel my fingers anymore. I couldnt even tell if I was still breathing properly. And then everything went black again.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. My thigh was wrapped in thick gauze, blood still seeping through, and every tiny movement hurt like hell. I just stared at the ceiling, not feeling much anymore, silently counting down the days. Five more days. Thats all I had to wait. Five more days, and Id finally be free from him.

I spent the next few days barely moving, just resting and trying to heal. Bernard didnt show up once. It was like the cold war had returned, the one where we barely acknowledged each other and didnt interfere.

Four days later, the nurse told me I could leave. Supporting my weak body, I got out of bed, grabbed my things, and started toward the exit.

As I passed one of the rooms, Ingrids voice floated out, sweet and teasing.

Dad, Mom, Im fine now. Thanks to Bernard for taking care of me these past few days. Oh, and I forgot to introduce him. Hes my boss and also my boyfriend.

Through the half-open door, I saw Bernard holding her hand, his expression gentle. Its my duty to take care of you. You can trust me with Ingrid, Mr. and Mrs. Delaney. Ill protect her for the rest of my life.

Her mothers smile stretched across her face. Good, good, good. Ingrids lucky to have a boyfriend like you.

I felt something twist in my chest. Those words dragged me straight back to the past, to the day Bernard came to my parents house to propose. He had said almost the same thing to them about me. Mr. and Mrs. Emberlight, please entrust Naomi to me. Ill protect her for the rest of my life.

Now, he was giving the same promises but to her.

I swallowed the bitter laugh that wanted to escape and walked out of the hospital. My face was blank, but inside, I felt a strange weight lifting.

...

The next day, Bernard came home. He went upstairs, took a quick shower, and changed into a casual but sharp outfit. He stopped by the door before leaving. Ill be on a business trip for a few days. Ill bring you a gift when I get back.

He leaned in, like he wanted to kiss my forehead.

I stepped back slightly, forcing my voice calm. Okay, go ahead.

He paused, frowning slightly, sensing something, but didnt press it. He just smiled and left.

The second he was gone, I grabbed my bag and left too. I went straight to the courthouse downtown. My heart pounded as I got the divorce papers. One copy went in my bag, the other was mailed to MacAllister Group.

I broke the SIM card in half before getting on the bus, feeling lighter than I had in years.

From that moment on, I was no longer Mrs. MacAllister. I was just me.