The Widow Who Came Back to Bury Her Husband

On Connan's birthday, I woke up covered in blood, gripping Connan's customized handgun with both trembling hands.

My mind went completely blank.

I stumbled out of our bedroom and into his private study. Then I saw him.

My husband. The man I'd loved for years.

Connan lay motionless on the floor in a pool of blood. His expensive suit was stained red, and multiple gunshot wounds covered his body.

The customized handgun in my hands suddenly felt heavier.

I screamed so hard my chest hurt, but he never opened his eyes.

The police arrived soon after.

Every piece of evidence pointed at me.

The gun was Connan's. My fingerprints were all over it. His blood covered my clothes. And I was the only person found at the scene.

No matter how many times I cried and told them I didn't remember anything, nobody believed me.

I loved Connan more than my own life.

So how could I ever pull the trigger on the man I'd spent years loving?

But the court had already decided.

I was convicted of intentionally murdering my husband and sentenced to ten years in prison.

I didn't kill my husband! I screamed as the bailiffs grabbed my arms. I swear I didn't! I would never hurt Connan! Please believe me! I loved him! I loved him more than anyone!

The courtroom stayed silent.

I looked desperately at the judge, then at the jury, hoping someone would see the truth in my tears.

I don't remember what happened that night, I sobbed. But I know one thing. I didn't murder my husband. Please... please don't do this to me.

No one listened.

As the bailiffs started dragging me away, Kathleen, my fraternal twin suddenly broke free from the crowd.

My sister is innocent! she cried, tears streaming down her face. She didn't kill him! She loved Connan with all her heart! Please don't take her away! She reached for me, but the officers blocked her. Please! Kathleen begged, her voice breaking. You have the wrong person! She would rather die than hurt her husband!

I burst into tears. Kathleen...

She fought against the officers, crying so hard she could barely breathe. Don't take her away! Please! She's not a murderer! She's innocent!

But no matter how loudly we cried, the handcuffs stayed on my wrists. To them, I was just the woman who murdered her husband.

...

Prison broke me in ways I didn't think were possible. During the day, I was beaten for the smallest things. The other inmates shoved me around, threw dirty water at me, and forced me to scrub filthy prison toilets with my bare hands. If I slowed down, they kicked me. If I cried, they laughed.

Murderer!

Killer!

That was all they ever called me.

They yanked my hair, slapped my face, and treated me like I wasn't even worth the air I breathed.

At night, I curled up on a damp, moldy mattress with our faded wedding photo clutched against my chest. I'd stare at Connan's smiling face until my tears blurred the picture.

Connan...

I missed him so much it felt like my heart was rotting inside my chest.

There were nights when I wished I'd never wake up again.

I tied bedsheets around my neck. I smashed broken pieces of plastic against my wrists. I refused to eat for days, hoping my body would simply give up. But every time, someone found me before it was too late.

Maybe even death didn't want me.

...

Ten years later, I finally walked out of prison.

The sunlight burned my eyes, and my legs were so weak I could barely stay on my feet. I dragged my old suitcase behind me, looking more like a ghost than a person.

Then I saw him.

Connan Hawksley.

The man I'd mourned for ten long years.

He stood there in a perfectly tailored suit, tall and impossibly handsome. The powerful Mafia Don of the Black Dragon Organization and president of Hawksley Empire Holdings looked exactly the same.

I froze.

No... This couldn't be real.

Before I could even think, he rushed over and pulled me into his arms.

Giss... His voice cracked as he held me tightly. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I wasn't dead. The gunshots put me into a coma. I was unconscious for nine years, and I only woke up recently. The first thing I did was reopen the investigation. I found the real people behind everything and cleared your name. I know I came too late... but I'm here now.

The world around me shattered.

I buried my face against his chest and sobbed so hard I could barely breathe.

I thought... I thought I'd lost you forever, I cried. Everyone said I killed you. I begged them to believe me, Connan. I told them over and over that I'd never hurt you... but nobody listened.

His arms tightened around me.

I know, sweetheart. He gently brushed my messy hair away from my face. You suffered because I couldn't protect you, and I'll regret that for the rest of my life. But it's over now. Nobody will ever hurt you again. Come home with me.

Home.

I'd dreamed about hearing that word for ten years.

...

When we arrived at the villa, everything looked exactly the way I remembered it. The decorations by the entrance. The couch in the living room. The painting on the wall.

It was as if time had frozen.

That night, I fell asleep in Connan's arms while listening to the heartbeat I'd thought was gone forever.

I'd missed his warmth.

I'd missed him.

I silently promised myself that I'd spend the rest of my life loving him enough to make up for the ten years we'd lost.

But a few days later, something felt wrong.

I found long strands of long blonde hair on Connan's pillow and they definitely weren't mine. My hair was long and black.

I opened the walk-in closet and a silk nightgown hung beside Connan's suits.

It wasn't mine.

I picked it up, and a sweet floral perfume still clung to the fabric.

Who did this belong to?

Maybe... maybe he'd hired a housekeeper while I was gone?

That had to be the reason, didn't it?

I took a shaky breath, tucked my hair behind my ear, and went to find Connan, hoping he'd smile at me and explain everything, hoping the fear slowly growing inside my heart was just my imagination.

I was on my way to find Connan when I noticed the door to his private study wasn't fully closed.

Voices drifted through the small opening.

I stopped without thinking.

Inside, dozens of Black Dragon men stood in perfect lines, waiting silently for their Don's orders. Connan sat behind his desk with two other Mafia Dons, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a lazy grin on his face.

I'd never seen him smile like that.

One of the Dons laughed. So your wife actually survived ten damn years in prison? That's crazy!

Connan let out a low chuckle. Yeah. He took a sip of his drink. Guess she's tougher than I gave her credit for.

The room erupted in laughter.

Another Don leaned back in his chair. You really had the balls to fake your own death.

Connan smirked. Had to. The old men in the family wanted proof that the woman marrying into the Hawksley bloodline wouldn't fold under pressure. They don't give a damn about love. They wanted to see if she'd stay loyal no matter what.

He shrugged like he was talking about the weather.

So I gave them ten years.

More laughter.

One of the men whistled. Fuck, Connan! That's cold.

Connan laughed even harder. Shit, it worked, didn't it? She never turned against me. Never exposed Black Dragon. Never stopped loving me. Hell, she would've died with my name on her lips.

My legs felt weak.

Another Don grinned. So what about your little blonde? You gonna dump her now?

Connan rolled his eyes. What choice do I have? he scoffed. Sneaking around was getting fucking exhausting.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other.

That little blonde came up with the whole prison idea. Smart girl. He laughed under his breath. While Gisille was locked away, I got to spend ten carefree years with the woman I actually wanted without anybody questioning a damn thing.

The men laughed with him.

I got my fun, Connan continued with a careless shrug. Now Giselle is out, the family's satisfied, the loyalty test's over, and she's finally qualified to be Mrs. Hawksley. Guess it's time to play the devoted husband again.

Someone raised a glass. So you're done screwing around?

Connan clinked his glass against his friend's. Yeah. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her. Buy her whatever she wants. Love her. Spoil her. Heal every scar she got in prison. He laughed.

She'll never know the truth anyway.

The room filled with laughter again and something inside me shattered completely.

The wedding. The blood. The prison cell. The beatings. The humiliation. The nights I begged God to let me die.

Every second I'd suffered...

It had all been part of Connan's sick little game.

Not because he loved me, not because the family forced him. Because he wanted both women.

He wanted a wife with the perfect family name.

And a mistress he could fuck without guilt.

I covered my mouth to keep myself from making a sound.

My whole body was shaking.

So...

That was the truth.

The man I'd spent ten years mourning had been alive the whole time.

While I was being beaten until I couldn't stand, he was drinking whiskey, laughing with his friends, and sleeping with another woman in our bed.

I turned around before anyone saw me.

Every step back to the master bedroom felt heavier than the last.

The room was dark when I closed the door behind me.

I looked at our wedding photo on the nightstand.

A loyalty test? I whispered with a quiet laugh.

I looked at the ring on my finger. You wanted to see how much I loved you. I slowly slipped off my wedding ring. Well... Tears rolled down my face.

I passed your test.

I set the ring on the bedside table.

But you failed mine... You don't deserve to be my husband anymore.

That same night, I called the lawyer who'd defended me ten years ago.

She answered almost immediately. Ms. Powell?

I need to know something, I said quietly. How do I divorce Connan Hawksley?

There was a long silence.

Then she spoke. Actually... because Don Hawksley was legally declared dead ten years ago, his legal status still hasn't been restored. On paper, your husband is still deceased.

I froze.

What does that mean?

It means, she said carefully, that legally, you're already a widow. Once we obtain his official death certificate, there won't be any divorce process. You'll be completely free, and you'll also have every legal right to manage your late husband's estate.

My fingers tightened around my phone.

How long?

If everything goes smoothly, three days. Five at the most.

I closed my eyes. Please do it as fast as you can.

After ending the call, I slowly looked around the mansion I'd once called home.

It didn't feel like home anymore. It felt like a prison with prettier walls.

Barefoot, I walked through every room.

This time... I wasn't looking for memories. I was looking for her.

The blonde girl.

Before long, I found strands of long blonde hair on the living room sofa. More under our bed. More scattered across the floor of the walk in closet.

The hair was soft, healthy, and carefully cared for.

Nothing like my own dry, brittle black hair after ten years behind bars.

I stared at it until my vision blurred.

How many times had she been here? How many nights had they slept together in our bed?

While I was lying on a freezing prison floor, bruised, bleeding, and praying to survive one more night She was wrapped in my husband's arms.

I kept searching the master bedroom until I reached the bottom drawer of Connan's bedside table.

Hidden beneath a stack of old documents was a thick pile of bank transfer receipts.

At first, I didn't understand what I was looking at.

Then I saw the recipient's name.

My hands started shaking.

It was the woman who'd ruled my prison cell.

The inmate who'd made my life a living hell for ten years.

Every month.

Fifty thousand dollars.

Without missing a single payment.

The transfers had started the exact month I was sent to prison and continued every single month until now.

I couldn't breathe.

The slaps. The punches. The freezing cold showers. Being forced to scrub the floor with a toothbrush before licking it clean while everyone laughed. Being starved until my stomach twisted in pain, then being thrown spoiled food like I was an animal.

It wasn't random.

It wasn't bad luck.

Connan had paid for all of it.

I put the receipts back and stumbled into the bathroom before dropping to my knees over the toilet.

Why?

Violent sobs tore out of my throat as I vomited until there was nothing left in my stomach.

I pressed a hand against my stomach as the familiar ache spread through it.

The prison had left me with severe stomach ulcers from years of hunger and rotten food.

Even now, the pain never really went away.

Fifty thousand dollars.

Every month.

For ten years.

He'd spent millions just to make sure every single day of my life felt like hell.

My legs gave out.

I slowly slid down until I was sitting on the cold floor.

Why...? Why would he do this to me? Wasn't I the woman he said he loved?

Before all of this, Connan couldn't even stay away from me for two hours.

If he had a business trip, I'd go with him.

If he had a meeting at Hawksley Empire Holdings, he'd find an excuse to have lunch with me.

Everyone around us used to joke that I was Connan Hawksley's emotional stabilizer.

As long as Gissi is around, the Don never loses his temper.

I used to smile every time I heard that.

Now it just made me sick.

How could the same man leave me in prison for ten years and never once wonder if I was still alive?

He hadn't always been like this.

The first time we met, he was being hunted by a rival Mafia family.

Gunshots echoed through the abandoned warehouse while his men fought to buy him time.

I had no idea who he was back then. I only saw a man bleeding to death.

Without thinking, I ran through the crossfire and dragged him behind a concrete wall.

Blood soaked my hands as I pressed my scarf against the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

Stay with me, I kept telling him, my hands trembling. I've already called an ambulance. Please don't close your eyes.

Under the flashing police lights, he looked up at me. His eyes never left my face and that was the beginning of everything.

After he recovered, Connan chased me like a man completely in love.

People said I was after his money. Said I wasn't good enough for him.

Every single time, Connan stood in front of me.

I don't care what anyone says, he'd tell me while holding my hand. You're the only woman I'll ever love, Giss. I'll spend the rest of my life proving it.

He fought his family. He ignored the gossip. And he gave me the wedding every woman dreams about.

I really believed I'd found a love that could survive anything.

What an idiot I was!

The love I treasured with my whole heart was nothing but another game to him.

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

Giselle? What are you doing sitting on the floor, sweetheart? You'll get sick.

Before I could react, Connan crouched behind me.

His arms wrapped around my waist out of habit, and his chest rested gently against my back.

The same embrace I'd missed for ten years.

The same embrace that now made my skin crawl.

Theres a Black Dragon anniversary banquet tonight, Connan said casually. Go get dressed. You're coming with me. Everyone's expecting to see the Donna by my side, and I don't want you hiding at home anymore.

I frowned without thinking. How am I supposed to go looking like this? Have you seen me lately? I don't even recognize the woman staring back at me anymore.

I looked down at my hands.

The skin was rough. My face had lost its color years ago. The woman staring back at me in the mirror looked nothing like the happy Donna from before prison.

Ten years had taken everything from me.

Connan gently turned me to face him.

His dark eyes stayed on my face as if I was still the most precious woman in the world.

Silly girl. He smiled and brushed my messy hair behind my ear. You're still beautiful to me. I don't care what prison did to you. In my eyes, you'll always be the only woman worthy of standing beside me as my Donna.

His thumb slowly stroked my cheek.

He smiled so gently that, for a moment... I almost believed him again.

The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.

Connan... I looked into his eyes. If you woke up... why didn't you clear my name sooner? Even one year earlier would've changed everything. Six months earlier. Anything. Why did you leave me there for so long?

His smile faded just a little, then he sighed.

But you're out now, aren't you? he said calmly. Everything is over, Giselle. What difference does it make if it happened a little sooner or a little later? You're home now, and that's all that matters.

I stared at him. The what? Did he really just say that?

A little sooner. A little later.

To him, ten years were nothing. But to me It was ten years of fists crashing into my body!

Ten years of being starved. Ten years of crying myself to sleep. Ten years of wishing I'd die before morning came.

Every single day felt endless. Every hour felt like torture. And he asked me What difference did it make?

Something inside my chest cracked.

I wanted to ask him why. I wanted to scream. But before I could say another word, he was already losing interest.

Don't think about it so much. He reached into his suit pocket and took out a small velvet box. I had this brought in from a private auction. The moment I saw it, I thought it would look perfect on your wrist. Go on. Let me put it on you. Consider it a little apology, and stop making yourself upset over the past. I just want to see you smile again.

Then his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen, and a smile spread across his face so naturally that it didn't even look forced.

It was real.

He answered immediately as he walked toward the door. Yeah, I got it for you. You'll love it when you see it. No, she doesn't know.

My heart sank. He didn't even look back at me and before leaving the room, he tossed out one last sentence.

Get ready. The driver will be here in an hour, and I don't want to be late.

The door closed.

His voice faded down the hallway.

I know, sweetheart... I miss you too.

I stood alone in the middle of our bedroom.

The ruby bracelet rested quietly inside its velvet box on the bed.

My gaze lingered on it for a long time. It was supposed to be proof of his love. But all I could see was the price of ten stolen years.

Somehow...

The truth hurt far more than the prison ever did.

The Black Dragon anniversary banquet was nothing like the prison I'd spent the last ten years in.

Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Expensive champagne flowed like water. Powerful Mafia Dons, Capos, politicians, and business tycoons filled the grand ballroom, laughing as if the world belonged to them.

It probably did.

The moment Connan and I walked inside, the room fell strangely quiet.

Then the whispers started.

Thats Donna Hawksley?

I heard she just got out of prison.

She looks so different.

I heard the inmates tortured her for years. They made her crawl on the floor, treated her like a dog, and did all kinds of sick things to her.

I kept my chin up and stared straight ahead. I just kept walking.

Before I could take another step, someone suddenly crashed into me.

Giselle! A woman threw her arms around me so tightly I almost lost my balance. Oh my God... it really is you! I missed you so much. I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you got out. I wanted to come, but I've been so busy these past few days. I've been counting the days until I could finally see you again.

Kathleen.

My fraternal twin sister.

The girl who shared my childhood.

The one who visited me in prison whenever she could.

The one who sat across the glass every visit, smiling through her tears as she told me stories about the outside world.

When she got accepted into Harvard to study medicine, she cried as she apologized for leaving.

She promised she'd come back as soon as she graduated.

I told her not to worry.

I wanted at least one of us to have a future.

My eyes filled with tears as I hugged her back.

I missed you too... Your visits were the only thing I looked forward to. Every story you told me reminded me there was still a world waiting outside those prison walls.

Then I smelled her perfume.

My body froze.

No...

It couldn't be!

I breathed in again.

The sweet floral scent was exactly the same. The same perfume that lingered on the silk nightgown hanging in Connan's closet.

Slowly... I looked up.

Long blonde curls rested over Kathleen's shoulders, soft, shiny, and perfectly cared for.

My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe.

The woman Connan called his little blonde. The woman who helped him fake his death. The woman who stole ten years of my life. The woman who'd been sleeping in my house...

Was my own twin sister.

My eyes drifted lower.

Diamond earrings glittered beneath Kathleen's blonde hair. Around her neck rested a breathtaking ruby necklace, and the elegant evening gown she wore hugged her figure perfectly. Even the designer handbag hanging from her arm was one I'd never seen before.

Kathleen noticed where I was looking and laughed.

Giss! She touched her necklace with a smile. Isn't it beautiful? Connan has such amazing taste. Oh, look at your bracelet. We're practically matching tonight. Anyone looking at us would think he planned it.

People nearby exchanged amused looks.

Matching? one woman whispered. Duh! The ruby necklace, diamond earrings, gown, and handbag Miss Kathleen is wearing were all gifts from Don Connan.

I heard he bought everything for her himself. The necklace alone cost over a hundred million.

And Donna Hawksley's bracelet? another woman added with a smirk. Oh... that came free with the purchase.

Miss Kathleen and Don Connan always look perfect together.

Honestly, if you didn't know Giselle Hawksley was his wife, you'd think Miss Kathleen was.

Soft laughter spread through the crowd.

Heat rushed to my face.

Connan immediately stepped closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

Gissi, he said gently. Don't misunderstand. You've only been out for a short time, and I thought something that expensive might make you uncomfortable. Kathleen is your sister, so I asked her to wear those pieces tonight. You two have shared everything since you were little, and I didn't think something this small would bother you.

Before I could answer, Kathleen laughed.

Exactly! She linked her arm with mine as if nothing had changed. We're twins. We used to steal each other's clothes growing up. Makeup, shoes, handbags... nothing was off limits. We've shared almost everything our whole lives, so a little jewelry doesn't mean anything.

She grinned and looked at Connan.

If people could share husbands too, we probably would've done that.

The people around us burst into laughter.

Connan clicked his tongue and looked at her.

You're unbelievable. His lips curled into a smile. Quit saying crazy shit. One of these days, someone's actually going to believe you.

Kathleen giggled. What? I was only teasing. You know I like making people nervous.

Their eyes met for just a second. A second that lasted far too long. The smile they shared It wasn't the smile between friends. I knew that smile. I'd spent years believing it belonged only to me.

Standing between them, I suddenly felt invisible.

I looked down at the plain bracelet on my wrist. The free gift.

How fitting.

Even after everything, I was still the extra.

Then Kathleen slipped her arm through mine before I could pull away.

With a bright smile, she led me toward a group of Donnas, Mafia wives, and wealthy socialites gathered around the champagne tower.

Oh, everyone, she said cheerfully. This is my twin sister, Donna Giselle Hawksley. She just got out of prison, so please don't overwhelm her. She's still getting used to being back in the real world.

The women exchanged awkward smiles.

Before I could even respond, Kathleen had already turned to someone else.

Oh, Donna Sofia, have you met my sister? She just got released after spending ten years in prison. She's been through so much, so please be kind to her.

A few minutes later...

Oh, this is Donna Giselle. She just got out recently. Prison really changes a person, doesn't it? I just hope she can adjust to life outside again.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Every introduction somehow came back to those same words.

Ten years. Prison. Released. People smiled politely, but I could see it indisgust.

Some even stepped back ever so slightly, like standing too close to me might stain their expensive clothes.

I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled my arm away.

I'm going to the restroom!

Without waiting for an answer, I walked away.

The moment I reached the sink, I gripped the marble counter so hard my fingers hurt.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Who was this woman?

She looked nothing like the Giselle I used to know.

The restroom door opened and Kathleen walked in.

She looked at me with concern.

Giselle... she said softly. Are you okay? Don't let those people get to you. They're all snobs. They think money makes them better than everyone else. None of them deserve your attention.

I slowly turned around. Enough.

She blinked. What do you mean?

I know. I stared straight into her eyes. I know about you and Connan. I know why you grew your hair out, and I know whose perfume you've been wearing!

Silence filled the restroom.

I glanced at her long blonde hair. You did it on purpose, didn't you?

The worried look disappeared from her face like someone had flipped a switch.

Then she laughed. Oh my God... She walked over to the mirror, pulled out her compact, and calmly fixed her lipstick. Do you know how exhausting it is pretending to care about you? Honestly sister, I'm relieved you finally figured it out. Keeping up the act was becoming such a chore.

My throat tightened.

W-why? My voice barely came out. We're sisters, Kathy. We grew up together. We told each other everything. So why, why would you do this to me?

She looked at me through the mirror and smiled.

It wasn't a kind smile.

It was full of jealousy.

Because I'm sick of losing to you. She snapped her compact shut. We're fraternal twins. We came from the same family, but everyone always looked at you first. You were always the beautiful twin, the lucky twin, the one who got everything without even trying.

She stepped closer.

So tell me, what did you have that I didn't? Why did Don Connan Hawksley fall in love with you instead of me? You got the perfect husband, the title of Donna, the Hawksley name... so I decided I'd take it. Every single bit of it, including Connan.

A chill ran through my body.

I clenched my fists.

You told me you got accepted into Harvard. My voice trembled. You said you were leaving to study medicine. You cried in front of me and promised you'd come back after graduating.

Kathleen covered her mouth as she laughed.

Harvard? she said with a smirk. I never went to Harvard. That was just an excuse so you wouldn't question why I disappeared. While you were counting the days until my next prison visit, I was in Connan's bed almost every night. We traveled together, slept together, woke up together, and played the happy couple while you were rotting behind bars.

My vision blurred.

Aren't you scared? I whispered. I'll tell Connan everything. I'll tell him exactly who you are and everything you've done.

Kathleen burst into laughter.

You can try. She folded her arms with a smug smile. Who do you think he'll believe? You, his wife who came back from prison traumatized and suspicious of everyone, or me? I've been beside him for the last ten years. I'm the woman he trusts, the woman he actually chose, and the woman he couldn't wait to go home to every night.

Her smile grew even wider.

So go ahead. Tell him everything. Let's see who wins.

My whole body shook with anger.

I couldn't stand looking at her anymore.

I pushed past her and stormed toward the door.

I just wanted to leave.

I never even heard her footsteps behind me.

Outside the restroom was the grand staircase leading back to the banquet.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist.

I spun around.

It was Kathleen.

But before I could say a word, she looked me right in the eyes.

Then she threw herself backward.

Help! she screamed so loudly the entire ballroom went silent. Sister! Why did you push me?!

I froze.

My hand wasn't even touching her anymore. And I could only watch as she rolled down the marble stairs.

People gasped and someone screamed.

Within seconds, the entire Black Dragon men rushed toward the staircase.

Connan was the first one there.

The powerful Don shoved through the crowd without hesitation and dropped to his knees beside Kathleen. He carefully lifted her into his arms.

Then he looked up at me.

His eyes were filled with fury.

Giselle!!! His voice echoed through the silent ballroom. What the hell did you do to her? Have you lost your fucking mind?! She came here because she was worried about you, and this is how you repay her?!

I stood there frozen.

My hand was still hanging in the air where Kathleen had grabbed my wrist. I slowly lowered it.

It wasn't me! My voice came out shaky. I didn't push her. S-she threw herself down the stairs.

Connan held Kathleen tightly in his arms. For just a second, I thought I saw doubt in his eyes.

Then Kathleen let out a weak cry. Connan... she whispered through her tears. Please, don't blame Giselle. She just got out of prison after ten years. She probably saw and went through terrible things in there. Maybe she's still hurting inside, and maybe I said something that upset her. It's my fault... not hers.

The crowd immediately exploded with whispers.

Kathleen is too kind.

She's still defending the woman who pushed her.

Ten years in prison? People don't come out normal after that.

I heard prison changes people. She's probably violent now.

Makes sense.

Every word stabbed into me.

The ballroom slowly disappeared. All I could see were prison walls, cold floors, dirty cells, and women laughing while they kicked me.

Murderer.

Dog.

Worthless.

My breathing became uneven.

No... I whispered as I looked around desperately. That's not true. I didn't touch her.

Connan's expression completely changed. The tiny bit of doubt he'd shown vanished, and he looked at me with disappointment.

Giselle. His voice was cold. After you went to prison, Kathy stayed by my side. She helped me run Hawksley Empire, helped with Black Dragon affairs, and took care of everything without asking for anything in return. And now you push her down the stairs because you're jealous of her? Maybe bringing you here was a mistake.

My lips parted, but nothing came out.

The room was full of eyes judging me.

No one believed me.

Then someone from the crowd spoke up.

If Kathleen really threw herself down the stairs, prove it.

More people nodded.

Yeah.

Anyone can say they're innocent.

Kathleen slowly lifted her head from Connan's chest. She looked straight at me, and only I could see the smile hiding behind her tears.

So that's easy, Gissi. Her voice was soft and gentle. If you really didn't push me, then fall down the stairs the same way I did. Once everyone sees you do it, they'll believe you.

My heart stopped.

I stared at her and then I looked at Connan.

Surely...

Surely he wouldn't agree.

He looked between us before his eyes settled on me.

Kathy's right. His voice remained calm. If you're telling the truth, then prove it. Otherwise, stop making excuses.

Something inside me finally died.

I looked at the man I'd loved with everything I had. The man I'd spent ten years praying for. The man I'd almost died for.

He wanted me to throw myself down a flight of stairs just to earn his trust.

I laughed but it sounded broken.

Okay. I nodded slowly and smiled through my tears. You want proof? Then watch carefully, Connan.

Without another word, I leaned backward.

People screamed.

The first step slammed into my back so hard I couldn't breathe. Then another. And another. My body rolled helplessly down the long marble staircase. Pain exploded through every bone until the final step smashed into my forehead, and warm blood instantly poured down my face.

Everything became blurry.

Somewhere above me, I heard people gasping.

Connan frowned. For a brief second, he took one step toward me, almost like he wanted to help.

Then Kathleen grabbed his sleeve. Connan... Her voice trembled weakly. I feel dizzy. I think I'm going to faint.

Immediately, his attention returned to her.

He looked down at me. Blood covered my face. I couldn't even move.

But instead of concern, his face showed nothing except annoyance.

Giselle. He sounded tired. Why are you doing this? If you didn't want to prove it, you could've just said no. Did you really have to make such a scene in front of everyone?

A scene.

That's what he called it.

Not once did he ask if I was hurt.

He simply lifted Kathleen into his arms.

As he turned away, he looked back at me one last time. If you're still alive, go home. And stop embarrassing yourself.

He walked away and never looked back.

I stayed on the cold marble floor while blood kept running down my forehead. I stared up at the massive crystal chandelier hanging above the ballroom. It sparkled so beautifully, just like the life I'd believed in.

A life that had never been real.

I started laughing quietly.

Everyone around me stared. Some laughed. Some whispered. Some looked away but no one came to help.

Blood and tears slid down my face together.

When they reached my lips, they tasted exactly the same.

Salty and painfully bitter.

I dragged my battered body all the way back to the villa.

Every step hurt. My head was still bleeding beneath the bandage, my ribs ached every time I breathed, and my legs felt like they might give out at any second.

When I pushed open the front door, the bright lights in the foyer almost blinded me and saw them.

A pair of black high heels lay carelessly on the carpet by the door.

My heart sank.

I already knew who they belonged to.

Slowly, I walked into the living room.

Kathleen was lounging comfortably on the sofa. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, and one strap of her dress had slipped down, exposing far more than it should have.

I looked at Connan. He was kneeling in front of her.

His large hands gently held Kathleen's foot as he carefully massaged her ankle.

He looked so patient, so attentive.

The sight made my stomach twist.

What am I looking at?

Connan looked up when he heard me. Instead of concern, he frowned. Gissi, why'd you get home so late? You should've come back earlier instead of wandering around by yourself. Kathy's ankle is hurting badly, and she needs someone to look after her.

Kathleen quickly pulled her dress strap back up.

Oh... this isn't what it looks like, she said with an embarrassed smile. Connan was only helping because my ankle started swelling again. Don't misunderstand us, okay? You know, I'm still in pain.

Connan slowly let go of her foot and stood up.

Kathy's ankle is worse than we thought, he explained as though everything was perfectly normal. I didn't want her going home alone tonight, so she's staying here until she's fully recovered. While she's here, you'll take care of her. Think of it as making up for pushing her down the stairs.

Making up for it?

I almost laughed.

I looked at his face.

The face I'd loved for so many years.

Now it only made me feel sick but I couldn't lose control yet. I still needed that death certificate.

I lowered my eyes.

...Okay.

Kathleen smiled sweetly.

Giselle? Her voice was as soft as honey. Everything that's happened tonight has left me freezing. Could you make me a cup of hot chocolate? Connan always says yours tastes the best, and I'd really love some right now.

I didn't answer.

I simply walked into the kitchen, prepared a mug of hot chocolate, and returned to the living room.

Kathleen took one sip.

She immediately wrinkled her nose.

Too sweet. She set the mug on the coffee table with a sigh. Make another one. Use less chocolate this time, and don't make me wait too long.

Without a word, I turned and walked back into the kitchen.

When I returned with a fresh mug, Kathleen smiled again.

Oh, one more thing. She casually pointed toward the mug in my hands. Hold it for me while it cools down. I don't want to burn my fingers.

I looked at her quietly.

No. My voice was calm. I'm not your servant, Kathleen. If you want someone to wait on you, ask the man standing beside you.

Her smile slowly disappeared.

So you've still got some pride left. She laughed coldly. Giselle, you still think you're Donna Hawksley? Connan got tired of you a long time ago. If I were you, I'd leave before he throws you out.

I laughed bitterly.

You want my place? I met her eyes without blinking. Keep dreaming. We may be sisters but no matter how badly you want to replace me, you'll never erase what you've done.

The next second...

Kathleen suddenly snatched the mug from my hands.

Before I could react, she deliberately poured the scalding hot cocoa over her own hands and chest.

Ahhhh!

Her scream echoed through the entire villa.

The steaming drink soaked the front of her dress, and angry red burns immediately spread across her skin.

Connan came rushing into the living room.

What happened?

The moment he saw Kathleen clutching her hand with hot chocolate spilled across the floor, his face went completely dark.

Kathy!

He dropped to one knee beside her.

Let me see.

His hands carefully lifted her foot while she winced dramatically.

It hurts!Kathleen whispered, tears streaming down her face. It burns so much

Connan slowly turned to me. His eyes were colder than I'd ever seen them.

Giselle His voice was dangerously calm. Tell me you didn't do this. Don't even think about lying to me, because if I find out you're lying, I swear you'll regret it.

I shook my head so hard it made me dizzy. I didn't! She grabbed the mug herself and poured it over herself. Connan, please believe me just this once. There are security cameras all over this villa, so check the footage. It'll only take a minute, and you'll see exactly what happened.

He didn't even glance toward the cameras.

Instead, he looked back at Kathleen.

Kathy? His voice softened immediately. You don't have to be afraid. Just tell me the truth because I'm here, and nobody's going to hurt you while I'm around.

Kathleen bit her lip and lowered her eyes. No... she sniffled as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Please don't ask me. I don't want to make things worse, and I don't want you two fighting because of me.

Connan gently brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face.

You don't have to protect anyone, he said quietly. No matter who it is, I'll stand up for you."

Kathleen looked at him with watery eyes before turning toward me with fake heartbreak written all over her face. But she's my sister. I know she's been through so much these last ten years, and I know prison changed her. I know she's carrying pain that none of us can understand, but... even if she's my own sister, I can't pretend she didn't hurt me. I love her, but what she did today was wrong, and if I keep making excuses for her, she'll only become more vicious.

Connan's jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

You hear that? He glared at me with naked disappointment. She's still trying to defend your ass after everything you just did. She keeps making excuses for you, and you still have the nerve to stand here and lie to my face!

I stared at Kathleen in disbelief.

She was crying.

Playing the victim.

While slowly burying me alive.

I didn't touch you! I shouted. Stop lying, Kathleen! You did this to yourself, and you know it. Why are you doing this to me?

Kathleen flinched as though my voice had terrified her.

Connan immediately stepped in front of her.

Enough! His furious roar echoed through the entire villa. I've had enough of your goddamn lies. Stop screaming at her and stop acting like you're the victim because I'm not buying your bullshit anymore.

I felt my heart breaking all over again.

Connan... My voice cracked as tears blurred my vision. I didn't do anything. Please... just check the cameras

He cut me off without hesitation.

Shut up. His eyes were filled with disgust. Ten years in prison didn't teach you a damn thing. I thought losing everything would've changed you, and I thought you'd come back a better person. Instead, all you've learned is how to manipulate people, dodge responsibility, and blame everyone except yourself.

He turned toward his bodyguards.

Bring the restraint chair, he ordered coldly. Set the voltage low because I don't want permanent damage. I just want her to remember that every damn action has consequences.

Fear shot through my body.

No... I stumbled backward, shaking uncontrollably. Connan, please don't do this. I swear on everything I have, I didn't hurt her!

He didn't even blink.

I don't need the cameras, he said flatly. I trust Kathy, and that's more than enough for me. As for you, you've already wasted enough of my time.

Those four words destroyed me.

The bodyguards grabbed both my arms and dragged me toward Black Dragon's punishment room while I struggled with everything I had.

Let me go! I screamed until my voice turned hoarse. I swear I didn't do it! Connan, please! Just watch the footage before it's too late!

Nobody listened.

The heavy steel restraint chair waited in the center of the room.

Leather straps locked around my wrists, my ankles, and my waist until I couldn't move at all.

Kathleen slowly walked in behind Connan with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

She looked at me with red, swollen eyes before gently reaching for his arm.

Connan... Her voice trembled with fake concern. Maybe we should stop. I know she hurt me, and I know she tried to burn me, but she's still my sister. I don't want her suffering anymore, and if she apologizes and admits what she did, I'll forgive her.

She looked at me sadly.

Giselle, you've already lost ten years. Don't lose yourself too. Just admit what you did, and I'll ask Connan to let you go. I don't want to see you like this.

Every word sounded gentle.

Every word sounded forgiving.

Anyone watching would've believed she was an angel.

Connan looked at her with admiration.

You're too good for this damn world, he said as he squeezed her hand. Even after everything she's done to you, you're still worried about her. And you... He turned toward me, his face hardening once more. You should be ashamed of yourself because you'll never deserve a sister like Kathy.

He gave a single nod to the bodyguard.

Start.

A sharp buzz filled the room.

The next second, electricity ripped through my body.

Ahhh! My back arched violently against the restraint chair as every muscle locked at once. Pain exploded through my arms, legs, and chest until I couldn't even breathe.

When the current stopped, I gasped desperately for air. Tears blurred my vision as my entire body trembled uncontrollably.

I didn't... I choked out between ragged breaths. I didn't hurt her, Connan.

Connan didn't move.

Apologize, he said with an icy glare. Stop feeding me this bullshit, admit what you did, and maybe I'll believe there's still something worth saving in you.

I won't. My voice shook. I struggled to lift my head. I won't apologize for something I didn't do, and I won't confess to a lie just to make you happy!

His face darkened.

Again, he snapped without hesitation. Since she still doesn't know when to shut the hell up, keep going until she does.

The electricity surged through me a second time.

My entire body convulsed as another scream tore from my throat. Something warm trickled from my nose before blood dripped onto my dress.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Each shock was low enough that it wouldn't kill me, but it was enough to leave every nerve in my body burning.

Through my blurry vision, I saw Connan standing beside Kathleen. He never flinched, and Kathleen quietly rested her head against his shoulder while a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips whenever she thought I wasn't looking.

Finally...

Connan raised his hand.

That's enough, he said with a tired sigh. If she still refuses to admit what she did after all this, then shocking her again won't change a damn thing.

The machine powered down.

My body hung limp against the restraints.

Every inch of me hurt.

Blood continued dripping from my nose onto my lap.

Connan looked at me with nothing but disappointment.

You've spent ten years in prison, and you're still too damn stubborn to admit when you're wrong, he said coldly. That attitude will get you killed one day, and nobody will be there to save you when it finally happens.

He turned away.

Maybe this lesson will teach you something, he added without looking back. If it doesn't, then that's your own damn problem.

Then he looked toward the butler.

Call the family doctor, he ordered calmly. Make sure she doesn't die because I don't want to deal with another headache tonight.

With that, he wrapped an arm around Kathleen's shoulders.

She leaned against him like she were the one who had suffered the most.

Neither of them looked back.

I watched them disappear into the warm, brightly lit villa while I remained strapped to the chair, bleeding, broken, and wondering...

When had the man I loved stopped seeing me as his wife, and started treating me like I was less than human?

When Dr. Peters finished examining me, his face grew serious.

He carefully checked the burns left by the electric shocks, the bruises covering my arms and legs, and the cuts I'd gotten from falling down the marble stairs. After letting out a quiet sigh, he opened his medical case and frowned.

Her skin has electrical burns and several deep abrasions, so I need IV pain medication before I clean these wounds, he said as he searched through his supplies. That's strange... the medication is gone.

One of the maids nervously lowered her head. Miss Kathleen asked for it earlier, Doctor. She said her feet were hurting badly, so she took all of the IV pain medication.

Silence filled the room.

Dr. Peters looked back at me, and pity filled his eyes. I'm sorry, Donna. Without the medication, cleaning your wounds will be extremely painful, but if we leave them untreated, they'll become infected.

I forced a weak smile. It's okay. Just clean them because I've survived worse than this, and I don't want the wounds getting infected.

The first touch of disinfectant against my burned skin made my whole body jerk violently.

Pain shot through every nerve, and I bit down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood, but a broken sob still escaped.

It hurts. It hurt so much.

Once, I'd gotten a tiny cut on my finger while trimming the stems of fresh flowers with a floral blade.

It wasn't even serious.

But Connan had panicked.

He carried me straight to the emergency room like I was about to die. While the doctor cleaned the tiny cut, I barely frowned, yet Connan almost lost his temper because he couldn't stand seeing me in pain. After we got home, he threw away every floral blade in the house, and whenever I arranged flowers after that, he'd insist on trimming the stems himself because he was terrified I'd get hurt again.

Back then He couldn't bear seeing me in pain. Now My whole body was covered in wounds because of him. And all he thought was that I was a nuisance.

Another wave of pain nearly made me pass out. Through my blurry vision, I noticed someone standing outside my bedroom door.

Kathleen.

The moment our eyes met, she smiled. Then she quietly walked away.

...

The next morning, I woke to loud crying downstairs.

Cabinets slammed shut, drawers were pulled open, and servants hurried through the villa searching every room.

Connan... Kathleen cried as though she were completely heartbroken. The ruby necklace you gave me is gone! I know I left it on my dressing table before I went to sleep, but I've searched everywhere and I can't find it.

Connan gently rubbed her shoulder. Hey, calm down. It's only a necklace, and if it's really gone, I'll buy you another one, so stop crying.

Kathleen shook her head while tears rolled down her cheeks. No... it's not about the money because you gave it to me, and that's what made it special. I'm not accusing anyone, but I've heard people who spend years in prison sometimes pick up bad habits, so maybe we should search every room. I don't want to suspect Giselle, but what if someone inside the house took it?

My heart sank.

After a long silence, Connan finally spoke.

Butler, search every room, he ordered coldly. And search Donna Giselle's room too because nobody gets special treatment. If someone stole that necklace, I'll find out who the hell it was.

The bedroom door burst open.

The butler entered with several servants, and without asking permission, they searched my suitcase, my drawers, and every corner of my room.

I didn't steal anything, I whispered. I've never even touched Kathleen's necklace, so you're searching the wrong person.

Nobody answered.

Suddenly, one of the maids gasped.

I found it! she exclaimed as she held up a velvet jewelry box she'd pulled from the pocket of one of my old coats. The necklace was hidden here all along.

I stared at it in horror.

No... I desperately shook my head. Someone planted it there.

Nobody cared.

Two servants grabbed my arms and dragged me downstairs, and every step sent unbearable pain through my injured body before they threw me onto the living room floor.

Kathleen immediately burst into tears. Giselle, we're sisters, and we've shared everything since we were children. If you liked the necklace that much, you could've just asked me, so why would you steal it?

Connan looked from the necklace to me, and for a brief moment, his expression softened.

Giselle, he said with disappointment. If you wanted that necklace, all you had to do was tell me because I would've bought you one, or even ten. But stealing from your own sister? What the hell has prison turned you into?

I forced myself to lift my head despite every wound screaming in pain.

I didn't steal it. I can barely walk because my body still hurts from yesterday, so how could I sneak into her room? Can't you see what you've done to me?!

For one brief second...

He hesitated. I saw doubt and Kathleen noticed it too.

She quickly spoke up. Then let's check the security cameras, she suggested gently. If Giselle is innocent, the footage will clear her name, and none of us will ever accuse her again.

The butler pulled up the hallway footage.

Everyone watched in silence.

A woman wearing the same pajamas as me slowly walked toward Kathleen's room late that night.

She had my height. My hairstyle. My build.

The hallway was too dark to see her face.

But everyone believed it was me.

No. I shook my head desperately. That wasn't me because I never left my room. I swear someone is setting me up.

Connan slowly turned toward me.

Disappointment filled his eyes.

You've disappointed me again, he said coldly. You hurt Kathy, you lied straight to my face, and now you've stolen from her. I really thought prison would've changed you, but instead you've become even worse.

Kathleen quietly slipped beside him and gently held his arm.

Connan, I don't want to be heartless because she's still my sister, she said through her tears. But stealing is still a crime, and if nobody corrects Giselle now, I'm afraid she'll only keep hurting more people. Maybe... we should let the police take her back because it might be the only way she can finally change.

The second I heard Kathleen mention the police, every drop of blood in my body turned cold.

No... I couldn't breathe as terrifying memories came rushing back. Dark prison cells, broken ribs, cold concrete, rotten food, sleepless nights, and women laughing while they beat me until I couldn't move.

I couldn't go back.

I'd die there.

Somehow, I found the strength to crawl across the floor. Every movement pulled at the wounds the electric chair had left on my body, but I didn't care until I reached Connan and grabbed the leg of his pants with both trembling hands.

Connan... My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face. I'm begging you, please don't call the police and don't send me back. I can't survive that place again.

I'd never begged anyone before.

Not even in prison.

But here I was throwing away every last piece of my pride just hoping he'd feel sorry for me.

Connan looked down at me, his expression softened.

Then Kathleen quietly stepped closer and gently touched his arm.

Connan... Her voice was soft and full of concern. I know you still care about Giselle, and I understand because she's my sister too. But if she keeps stealing and nobody stops her, she'll only hurt more people, and when the media finds out, they won't just laugh at her. They'll humiliate you, Black Dragon, and the entire Hawksley family, and I don't want that to happen.

Connan remained silent for a long moment.

Then his eyes slowly turned cold again.

I'll give you one last damn chance, he said as he looked down at me. Admit you stole the necklace, apologize to Kathy, and promise you'll never pull this kind of shit again. If you do that, then maybe I'll let this go.

Maybe.

Just maybe?

My heart already felt dead. Now it shattered into dust.

I slowly let go of his pants and forced myself to meet his eyes.

I didn't steal anything. My voice was weak but steady. I won't confess to something I didn't do, even if nobody believes me.

His face instantly darkened.

So that's your answer. He let out a cold, mocking laugh. You're still this damn stubborn after everything that's happened. I've given you chance after chance, but you keep throwing them away, so don't blame me for what happens next.

He turned toward the police officers waiting nearby.

Take her, he ordered without another glance at me. If she wants to learn the hard way again, then let her rot in a cell until she finally learns her lesson.

The handcuffs clicked around my wrists again just like ten years ago.

I didn't look at Connan anymore. I didn't look at Kathleen either.

I didn't want to see the tiny smile she was trying so hard to hide.

...

The moment I arrived at the detention center, everyone already knew.

The murderer's here, one inmate sneered as laughter echoed through the cell block. Looks like somebody missed prison so much she came crawling back.

Someone shoved me from behind.

Another woman punched my shoulder.

Someone kicked my legs out from under me.

I hit the floor hard.

They didn't care that my body was still covered in wounds from the electric chair.

They aimed for those exact spots.

Every punch reopened another injury. Every kick stole another breath.

Blood slowly soaked through my bandages.

A huge woman grabbed my hair and before I could react, she slammed my head straight into the concrete wall.

Bang!

Everything went black for a second.

A mouthful of blood burst from my lips as I coughed violently, and warm blood splattered across the floor. The ringing in my ears grew louder and louder until the whole world slowly faded away.

The first thing I heard was the scream of ambulance sirens.

Everything around me felt blurry as voices echoed somewhere nearby.

Her blood pressure is dropping! We're losing her, so get the OR ready now!

She has severe internal bleeding, and she needs emergency surgery immediately. Where are her family members, and who's her emergency contact?

I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose, cold medical instruments brushed against my skin, and someone carefully pulled a blanket over me.

A doctor spoke urgently. Her internal injuries are severe, so call her husband right now. We don't have time to waste!

A nurse immediately picked up the phone. Hello, is this Mr. Connan Hawksley? This is Municipal Central Hospital, and your wife, Donna Giselle Hawksley, is in critical condition. She needs emergency surgery, so we need you to come here as soon as possible.

Before the nurse could finish, a soft woman's voice answered.

It was Kathleen.

Oh... you've got the wrong number, and there's no one here by that name, she replied flatly before ending the call.

The nurse frowned and looked at the phone.

He hung up... she murmured quietly, then sighed as she looked at the doctor. We couldn't reach her husband, so we'll have to proceed without him.

...

When I woke again, everything was quiet. The ambulance sirens were gone, but the smell of disinfectant still lingered in the air. I slowly forced my heavy eyes open and saw an IV connected to the back of my hand while a heart monitor beeped softly beside me.

Each beep reminded me...

I was still alive.

Miss Giselle a familiar voice called gently. You finally woke up, and you had us worried for a while.

I slowly turned my head.

My lawyer was sitting beside the hospital bed. She looked exhausted, but when she saw my eyes open, she let out a relieved breath.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out except a weak cough.

She quickly poured me a little water. Don't force yourself because your body has been through enough already. Just take your time, and we'll talk when you're feeling a little stronger.

After a moment, she reached into his briefcase.

I have something you need to see, and I think it's finally the end of everything you've suffered.

She handed me a document.

My fingers trembled as I took it.

At the top...

I saw Connan's name.

Death Certificate.

I stared at it without blinking.

It's done, my lawyer said quietly. His legal death certificate is now officially in effect, so as far as the law is concerned, Connan Hawksley is dead. That means you're no longer legally married, you're finally free, and everything registered under his legal identity will begin transferring to you.

The company shares, the estates, the bank accounts, the investments... everything will legally belong to you.

Hot tears rolled down my face.

I slowly shook my head.

No... My voice was barely a whisper. I don't want his money, and I don't want anything that belongs to him. I just want my freedom from both of them, and I never want to see their faces again.

My lawyer looked at me for a long moment before nodding.

I understand, she said softly. We'll make sure your freedom comes first, and everything else can be handled later if you ever change your mind.

She leaned forward.

Giselle, your condition is still critical, and if Connan or Kathleen finds you now, I honestly don't think you'll survive. That's why I have another option, and it may be the only way to truly protect you.

I looked at him silently.

We can fake your death, she continued. We'll declare that you died during emergency surgery, the hospital records will support it, and by the time Connan hears the news, you'll already be gone.

My heart pounded.

A new life.

A chance to disappear. A chance to heal.

A chance to come back stronger.

I slowly nodded.

Do it, I whispered. Let Giselle Hawksley die tonight.

...

Later that night, the ambulance quietly drove through a private entrance before stopping beside a private airport. People carefully transferred my hospital bed onto a waiting jet because everything had already been arranged.

Before the cabin door closed, my lawyer looked up at me from the bottom of the stairs.

Everything's ready, and no one will know where you've gone, she said with a reassuring smile. Take care of yourself, recover well, and when you're finally ready, we'll help you return on your own terms.

I gave her a small nod.

The cabin door slowly closed, the plane began moving, and a few minutes later it lifted into the sky.

I lay there, staring through the small window as the clouds slowly parted and golden sunlight spilled across my face.

For the first time in a very long time...

It felt warm.

I closed my eyes.

Connan... Kathleen... My voice was barely a whisper. You took everything from me. You stole my family, my future, my heart, and the life I thought we shared, so when I come back, I won't be the woman you destroyed anymore.

I'll make both of you pay for every tear, every scar, and every single day you stole from me. I swear it.