d me he was spending every waking moment at Alex's bedside. He paid for the b

he last of my things. The place already felt different, tainted by Alex's

way. She was in a wheelchair, looking pale and fragile, but her

"From Graves. To cel

esign I had sketched myself years ago, a dream I

t. "He knows I'm the one for him. He told me he never r

imply closed my box of p

at my lack of reaction. "D

. The sudden movement sent her off balance. Her wheelchair tipped, and she tumbled

fall had sent her rolling towards the edg

hrashing wildly. "I can

knew she was a competi

that. He saw his fragile, recovering love stru

d her to the side. He didn't even glance at me. He

ughed, clinging to him.

god, she's fainted!" Graves cried out. He scooped her up in his a

pool where he had almost let me drown in my past life. The memo

ly for years, rushed to my side wi

t even look back," she whisper

alm. I was beyond tears. Beyond pain.

around me, and walked out of

that was supposed to be our sanctuary. It was filled with my favorite f

n every single orchid. I destroyed the entire garden, lea

rased him from my life. I burned the photos, deleted his number

he penthouse, a tree he had climbed as a boy to sneak into my bedroom win

d as they cut it down, the roar of the chainsaws

ir shock as they saw the barren garden and the massive stump where our tree used to be. I ima

I had my freedom. And my