My whole body was still trembling as I remembered that night. No matter how hard I tried, the memories kept clawing their way back—the laughter of the men, the helplessness, the fear. I clutched the edge of my blanket, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself to be okay. I had no choice but to be okay. After all, I was alone in this.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I woke up to the feeling of someone touching me. Panic surged through me. My instincts kicked in, and I shoved the person away with all my strength.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” a familiar voice said.

My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I realized it was Oliver. He stood there, looking confused. “You startled me. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask that. After everything that had happened, after I had called him, begging for his help, and he brushed me off… he had the audacity to act like nothing was wrong.

“What are you doing here?” I asked coldly, my voice trembling.

“I just came back,” he said with a grin, holding up a bag. “I got a bunch of souvenirs for you.”

I didn’t say anything. I turned my back to him, my stomach twisting in disgust.

“Why are you being such a bitch?” Oliver snapped, his tone suddenly sharp. “Is this because I didn’t come to your stupid graduation? Is this about Naomi again?”

I froze, my fists clenching the blanket.

He sighed dramatically. “Hannah, it was all business. Naomi’s my client. I don’t know why you’re always so jealous.”

His lies felt like daggers, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Joking?” My voice cracked. “Do you think I’m joking, Oliver? I was tortured! They tied me up and beat me like I was nothing!”

He blinked, stunned for a moment, but before he could respond, his phone rang.

He picked it up immediately. “Naomi?” he answered, his tone soft and concerned.

I stared at him in disbelief. Of course, it was Naomi.

He listened intently, nodding. “Okay, I’ll be there. Don’t worry.” He hung up and turned to me. “Something happened to Naomi. She’s in the hospital. She needs me.”

I stood there, my mouth open. “What about me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver shrugged. “You can handle yourself. Naomi’s weak right now. She needs me.”

“I need you!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. “I’m your girlfriend, Oliver! Or does that mean nothing to you?”

“She’s like a sister to me,” he said, his tone impatient. “If you love me, you’d understand. Now stop acting like a jealous girlfriend. It’s pathetic.”

I stared at him, my chest heaving with anger and heartbreak. He didn’t care. Not about what happened to me, not about us. Naomi was always going to come first.

Without another word, I walked past him, grabbed my things, and left. Tears blurred my vision as I locked myself in the bathroom, muffling my sobs with a towel. How could he? How could he be so heartless?

I cried until my chest ached, my tears soaking the towel. I had nothing left to say to Oliver. I couldn’t even look at him anymore.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was my mom.

“Hannah,” she said, her voice gentle, “I’ve arranged everything in Sydney. You’re all set to go.”

I wiped my tears, trying to steady my voice. “Mom, I don’t know if I can…”

“You need this, sweetheart,” she interrupted. “After everything you’ve been through, you need a fresh start. And Scott will be there with you. He’ll look after you.”

“Scott?” I asked, frowning.

“Yes, your childhood friend. You remember him, don’t you? He offered to help you settle in. I trust him, Hannah. You’ll be safe with him.”

I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to go through with it.

“Honey,” Mom added softly, “don’t worry. We’re going to catch those men who hurt you. We’ll make them pay for what they did.”

Her words hit me hard, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered.

As I hung up, a new thought crept into my mind. I wanted to make those men pay. But more than that, I wanted Oliver to pay. He had betrayed me, dismissed me, and treated me like I didn’t matter.

I wasn’t going to let him win.

Wiping my tears, I stood up and grabbed my suitcase. I started packing, shoving clothes into the bag with a determination I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was leaving this place.

In just three days, I would be gone. Gone from the pain, the lies, and the betrayal. And for the first time, I felt like I could breathe again.

I was getting ready to leave, my hands shaking slightly as I zipped my bag. The police had called earlier, saying they’d found one of the men who hurt me. My stomach churned at the thought of facing everything again, but I had to do it. I couldn’t let fear win.

Just as I was about to step outside, Oliver barged into the house, his expression dark and intense.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

I ignored him, adjusting the strap of my bag. I didn’t have the energy for him right now.

“Are you going out with your man?” he accused, his words dripping with venom.

I froze, turning to him with a frown. “What are you talking about, Oliver?”

He smirked bitterly, reaching into his pocket. “I know the truth now,” he said, pulling out a stack of photos and throwing them onto the floor between us.

I glanced down, my blood ran cold. There I was in the photos—naked, vulnerable, lying on a bed. My heart raced as I pieced it together. It was from the night I was drugged.

“Where did you get these?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “What matters is you cheated on me!”

My chest tightened, anger and despair swirling inside me. “I didn’t cheat on you!” I shouted. “I was set up and I was tortured, Oliver!”

But he shook his head, his jaw tightening. “Stop lying, Hannah. I know the truth. Naomi told me everything.”

I let out a bitter laugh, disbelief turning into fury. “Naomi? Of course, it’s Naomi again. I should’ve known.”

“She wouldn’t lie to me,” Oliver said coldly. “She told me what happened because she was hurt. You cheated on me, and she thought I deserved to know.”

I was exhausted—exhausted from the lies, exhausted from his constant faith in Naomi over me. “You know what, Oliver?” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Believe whatever you want. I’m done explaining myself to you.”

I turned to leave, but Oliver grabbed my arm, his grip tight and unforgiving. “No,” he said firmly. “You can’t leave me, Hannah.”

“Let me go!” I shouted, trying to pull away.

His face twisted with rage. Before I could process what was happening, his hand shot up, and he slapped me across the face. The force of it made me stumble backward, my cheek burning from the sting.

For a moment, I froze, shocked. I had never seen this side of him before, but the fury in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t done.

“Oliver,” I said, my voice trembling, “you’re free to think whatever you want, but this is over. I’m leaving.”

“Over? No,” he growled. “You’re not leaving me!”

I straightened, my rage bubbling to the surface. Without thinking, I slapped him back, the sound ringing loud in the room. “Yes, I am!” I yelled. “I’m done with you, Oliver!”

Just then, the door opened, and Naomi stepped inside, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with fake innocence. “Is this my fault? Is that why you’re fighting?”

I rolled my eyes, my patience with her completely gone.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” Naomi continued, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears. “I just… I was so hurt when I found out Hannah cheated on you. You’re like a brother to me, Oliver. I couldn’t keep it to myself.”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my anger boiling over. I stepped forward, my voice shaking with rage. “You’re the one cheating with him!” I shouted. “You’re the one ruining us!”

After I slapped Naomi, she started crying immediately, clutching her cheek like I’d done something unspeakable.

“How dare you?” Oliver yelled, stepping in front of her. He shoved me back with enough force to make me stumble.

“How dare you hurt Naomi! She just got out of the hospital!”

I straightened, glaring at him. “Of course, you’d defend her,” I said sharply. “That’s all you ever do. I’m done with this, Oliver. I’m done with you. If you want her so badly, go be with her. We’re over.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t break up with me. You can’t live without me.”

I let out a short, bitter laugh. “No, Oliver. You’re the one who can’t live without me. And I’ll prove it.”

I turned to leave, my bag in hand. As I reached the door, I heard him behind me, his voice calm and dismissive as he spoke to Naomi. “Don’t worry, she’ll get over it. She always does. Just like before. It’s just another one of her tantrums.”

His words hit me harder than anything else that night. For a moment, I froze, remembering all the times I’d been like that—angry at him, only to apologize later, even when he was at fault. I had always come back, always forgiven him.

At first, I thought Oliver loved me. I really did. He used to hold my hand in crowded rooms, kiss my forehead when I felt insecure, and tell me I was the most important person in his life. There were moments when I believed we were perfect—like the time he surprised me on my birthday with a picnic at the park or when he spent an entire day helping me study for my finals. I thought he cared, thought he wanted me in his life.

But over time, cracks started to show. Little things. Like how he’d dismiss my feelings when I was upset. “You’re overreacting, Hannah,” he’d say, or, “It’s not that big of a deal.” And when I’d get mad, he’d twist it around, making it feel like it was my fault. I started to doubt myself, questioning whether I was too emotional or needy.

I didn’t even realize it at first, but everything about us became convenient—for him. I was there when he needed support, when he needed someone to stroke his ego, but when I needed him, he always had an excuse. And somehow, he always made me feel like I was the problem.

Looking back, I didn’t even know why I stayed for so long. Maybe I was holding on to the memory of who I thought he was. Maybe I thought I didn’t deserve better. Maybe I was just scared to leave.

Not this time.

This time, I wasn’t going to let him pull me back in. I wasn’t going to apologize for being hurt, for standing up for myself, for finally realizing I deserved more than what he was giving me. He could think I was throwing a tantrum all he wanted. This was different. This was final.

I walked out without looking back. A sleek black limousine was waiting for me outside, my mother’s driver stepping out to open the door. Without hesitation, I climbed in, my resolve hardening with every mile we drove.

When I arrived at the police station, the officers greeted me and told me they had the man in custody. My stomach churned as I stepped into the room to face him.

The man was sitting there, looking smug until I sat down across from him. Then his face faltered. When I asked him why he had hurt me, his response chilled me to the bone.

“It was Naomi Benneth,” he said. “She paid me to do it. Told me to make you suffer… and to kill the baby so you won’t have something to hold on with Oliver.”

I stared at him, my blood running cold. “Naomi?” I asked, my voice trembling.

He nodded, his tone casual, like he was recounting something trivial. “She wanted you gone, said you were ruining things. So, yeah, she set it all up.”

The room felt like it was spinning. Naomi had done this to me. She had orchestrated everything. She had ruined my life.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “Make sure Oliver Miller gets this information,” I told the police. “Send him every detail.”

The officers nodded, assuring me they would handle it. I walked out of the station, feeling both hollow and determined.

Later that evening, as I was at the airport preparing to board my flight, my phone rang. It was Oliver.

“Where are you?” he asked, his voice frantic.

I held the phone to my ear, my expression calm despite the storm inside me. “I’m going somewhere you’ll never find me,” I said, my tone flat and final.

Before he could respond, I hung up and blocked his number.

I boarded the plane with no intention of ever looking back.