The Game She Played

nd Ethan beamed beside me, his grip on my hand tightening, a wide, genuine smile lighting his face – the kind of pure jo

than any clinic air conditioning.

ncern, using her 'wellness expertise' facade to get close. She then whispered poison in Ethan' s ear, painting me as a burden, before orchestrating my 'accident' – a fall that led to the tra

of their betrayal, still sent ice through my veins. How could I have been so naive, so easily

. I blinked, forcing a fragile smile. My new goal was clear, etched in