"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

Sandra's smile froze, then twisted into something uglier. "My mother only taught me to take what I want."

She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you really think your dead father's little sacrifice—using his own life to guilt-trip Ryan—will keep him by your side forever?"

Dad's death is a wound I can never touch.

"Say that again." My voice came out low. Dangerous.

Sandra didn't flinch. "Your father, that pathetic ghost, deserved to be run over."

"If he hadn't stuck his nose where it didn't belong, Ryan and I would've been together years ago. He traded his worthless life to chain Ryan to you—to make him marry you out of guilt, to torment his conscience forever!"

Crack.

I was on my feet before I knew it, my palm connecting with her face.

Sandra clutched her cheek, eyes wide with disbelief. "You hit me?"

I backhanded her.

"You're damn right I did."

"Sandra, five years ago you killed my father. Now you stand here and spit on his memory." I stepped toward her. "Did you really think the law couldn't touch you?"

Hatred flickered in her eyes. "Nothing happened to me five years ago. What can anyone do now? Ryan will protect me. He'd never let me go to prison."

Then—like flipping a switch—her expression crumbled. Tears welled up as she dropped to her knees at my feet.

"Ms. Perez, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen in love with Ryan."

"You've already won. This job is all I have left to survive. Why won't you just let me go?"

The commotion drew a crowd. Whispers rippled through the onlookers.

"Isn't hitting someone a bit much...?"

"She's already on her knees. Show some mercy."

Someone raised a phone to record.

Sandra knelt there, trembling, tears streaming down her face. "Ms. Perez, please... I'm begging you..."

The door burst open.

Ryan shoved me aside without a glance.

My stomach slammed into the corner of the table. Pain shot through me, doubling me over.

He helped Sandra up with infinite care, his thumb brushing gently over the red marks on her cheek.

She collapsed into his arms, sobbing harder. "Ryan, I was so scared..."

He turned to look at me. His eyes were winter.

"Noreen, why do you have to be so vicious?"

"Look at yourself. You're acting like a lunatic."

I straightened slowly, one hand pressed against my side. "Ryan, she said my father deserved to die. Do you agree with her?"

Something flickered in his gaze. Sandra clung to him, crying, twisting the truth. "No, I only said it was an accident back then, and she just started hitting me..."

Ryan's stare grew colder.

"It was an accident. Can't you let it go?"

"Noreen, I'm the one who owes your family—not her. Stop taking it out on Sandra."

"Besides, I married you. I've given you five years. What more do you want?"

"From now on, stay in your lane and you'll always be Mrs. Stephens. But my business is none of your concern."

"Consider this my debt repaid—for everything your father did for me."

He walked out with Sandra in his arms.

Never looked back.

By the time I finished with the lawyer, night had fallen.

At the corner of the street, blinding headlights seared my vision.

The screech of impact. My body launched into the air, then slammed into the pavement.

Every bone felt crushed. Pain everywhere, all at once.

Blood surged up my throat. I tried to scream but no sound came.

Through the haze, a dark figure approached, backlit by the headlights.

"Next time, don't mess with people you can't afford to cross."

A pause. Then, quieter:

"We killed your father. We can kill you too."

Footsteps faded into nothing.

I lay on the frozen ground, unable to move.

The phone buzzed in my pocket.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I pressed answer.

Sandra's voice purred through the speaker—syrupy, intimate, dripping with desire.

"Ryan... I miss you so much. Every cell in my body aches for you..."

His voice came back low and rough. "Sandra. These past five years, I've been a walking corpse. Seeing you again—that's when I finally started living."

Muffled groans. The rustle of fabric.

"What about Noreen?" Sandra's tone sharpened. "Didn't you say she'd always be your wife?"

"If her father hadn't died like that—if she hadn't been so hellbent on dragging you through the courts—I would've divorced her years ago."

"Shh, baby. Don't talk about boring people." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Tonight, I'm going to love you until you can't breathe..."

The sounds blurred together. Then darkness swallowed me whole.

When consciousness flickered back, chaos surrounded me.

"Internal bleeding—she needs surgery immediately! Get her emergency contact on the line!"

A nurse fished the phone from my pocket, scrolled to my contacts, and dialed the first number.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

Finally, he picked up.

"Hello, this is the hospital emergency room. Are you Ms. Perez's husband?"

"She's been in a serious car accident. Internal bleeding. She needs emergency surgery right now. Please come immediately—"

Ryan cut her off, his voice flat with irritation.

"Is this Noreen's latest stunt? Couldn't think of a better excuse, so she got herself hit by a car?"

"What, the drama this afternoon wasn't enough? Now she's pulling this at night?"

The doctor grabbed the phone. "Sir, this is not a joke! The patient's injuries are critical—life-threatening! We need family consent for surgery!"

Sandra's laughter tinkled in the background. "Ryan, who is it?"

"Noreen. Says she got hit by a car. Dying, apparently."

Sandra giggled. "Then let her die."

The doctor's voice rose. "Sir, please take this seriously! She genuinely needs surgery!"

Ryan scoffed. "Noreen, drop the act."

"You think this will make me feel guilty? It won't work."

"If you really got hit by a car, then your family must've done something terrible in a past life. Karma finally caught up. The Perez line deserves to end."

End.

Dad was dead. I had no siblings.

If I died too, the Perez family would be extinct.

"The patient is in critical condition! We've already called the police!"

Ryan didn't miss a beat. "Noreen, if you die, I hope you die fast and reincarnate faster."

Click.

The doctor stood frozen, the phone trembling in her grip.

They say when your heart dies, it stops hurting.

They're wrong. It still hurts.

"I'll sign... myself..."

And suddenly, I understood.

No one in this world was going to save me.

Except me.

During my entire hospital stay, Ryan never visited once.

He took Sandra to Iceland to see the Northern Lights. To the Maldives to wade through crystal waters.

He was busy making up for five years of what she'd missed.

The day I was discharged, my lawyer sent a message:

"Ms. Perez, the divorce petition has been filed."

"Additionally, we've obtained the video footage from your father's accident."

"The person who hit you has been arrested. They've confessed—Sandra Henson hired them."

I turned and looked one last time at the home I'd lived in for five years.

Then I signed the papers to sell it.

"Thank you for handling this case. I don't want any settlement. I want them to pay."

Ryan Stephens—I will take back everything my father ever gave you. One piece at a time.