That evening, Luca took me to one of the city's most exclusive Italian restaurants. Everything about the place was flawless, from the elegant décor and perfectly plated dishes to the breathtaking skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It should have felt romantic.

Instead, I felt absolutely nothing.

Luca sat across from me, appearing as calm and composed as ever, but I noticed the subtle glances he kept stealing at his phone. He wasn't distracted by work.

He was waiting.

Waiting for a message from her.

Because she was his wife.

The moment his phone rang, he answered so quickly it was obvious he'd been anticipating the call. In his haste, his thumb slipped onto the wrong button.

The speakerphone turned on.

Celeste's terrified voice echoed across the table.

"I... I've been kidnapped! I don't know where they're taking me..." she cried between shaky breaths. "But maybe it's for the best. If I disappear, Miss Hart won't have to be upset anymore. Ah...! Someone, please help me!"

The call abruptly disconnected.

The color drained from Luca's face.

He immediately dialed her number.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

No answer.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to meet mine.

His voice was controlled, but the strain beneath it was impossible to miss.

"Camille... where did you send her?"

I stared at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you're angry, tell me." His tone grew harder with every word. "I'll deal with it myself. You don't have to dirty your own hands. Why would you do something this reckless?"

I slowly placed my fork on the table.

"I'll say this one more time," I replied evenly. "I had nothing to do with it."

Without warning, his fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist.

"So you're really going to deny it?" he snapped. "Celeste isn't mentally stable. She can't handle something like this."

My heart lurched.

"Camille," he continued impatiently, "can you stop for just a minute? I know you lost your hand, but she's suffered too. Haven't you done enough? Just let her go."

For several seconds, I couldn't even breathe.

She had suffered?

A bitter laugh almost escaped me.

She had attacked me with an axe.

Someone had protected her from facing prison.

She got to marry the man she'd always wanted.

She spent four years hidden away, cherished and cared for.

And now...

She had her freedom.

So who exactly was the victim here?

Who had spent all those years fighting alone?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and met his gaze.

"I already told you it wasn't me." My voice remained calm despite the tears burning behind my eyes. "And whether this hand was transplanted or not... it still feels pain."

Luca froze.

His eyes dropped to my wrist, where angry red marks had already begun to form beneath his grip.

"Damn it..." He immediately let go, guilt flashing across his face. "Camille, I'm sorry. I thought you were acting impulsively. I didn't mean to hurt you."

After a moment, he frowned.

"Where are the rings I gave you? Why aren't you wearing them?"

I nearly laughed.

"You accidentally gave me the men's ring," I reminded him. "It was too big, so I took it off."

He blinked in surprise before giving a small nod.

"Alright. We'll switch them back once we get home."

Just like that, the conversation ended.

It was as though Celeste's disappearance had never happened.

...

Three nights later, long after midnight, Luca's phone rang again.

He stood up immediately and headed for the door.

Just before leaving, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at me.

I remained exactly where I was, quietly reading, making no attempt to question him or ask where he was going.

For a brief moment, uncertainty crossed his face.

It was almost as though he didn't know what to do with this quieter version of me.

He hesitated.

For one second, I thought he might stay.

Then his phone rang again.

"Something came up at the company," he said hurriedly before walking out.

He never returned that night.

Instead, a single message appeared on my phone.

[Camille, work's keeping me late tonight. Don't wait for me. Get some sleep. Love you.]

I looked at the screen for several seconds before locking my phone.

Those words no longer meant anything.

The following morning, one of the maids informed me that someone had come looking for me.

As soon as I stepped outside, something struck the back of my head.

Everything went black.

When I regained consciousness, my wrists and ankles were tightly bound, and tape sealed my mouth shut. I found myself inside a private room at a nightclub, where the distant thump of music seeped through the walls.

Someone had changed my clothes.

I was wearing the same servant's uniform and mask Celeste had worn before.

My hair...

It was gone.

The long hair Luca had always loved had been hacked away, leaving it uneven and barely reaching my ears.

The door suddenly burst open.

"Wife," Luca said in a dangerously quiet voice, "is this the woman who imprisoned you and tortured you for three days?"

"It's her!" Celeste sobbed without hesitation. "She said Miss Hart ordered her to make my life miserable... to make me beg for death. She locked me up, tortured me, and even brought men in to humiliate me." Her voice cracked as she buried her face in her hands. "I... I barely escaped alive..."

I struggled desperately against the ropes, trying to scream.

The tape reduced every sound to muffled cries.

Luca's expression darkened.

"Camille has gone too far this time." His voice was cold enough to freeze the room. "I won't lay a hand on her... but someone has to pay for what she's done."

He held out his hand.

"Bring me the salt whip."

Fear swept through my body.

Celeste wasn't simply framing me anymore.

She wanted Luca to believe I was a monster.

Someone deserving of punishment.

Luca accepted the whip before walking slowly toward me.

For the briefest moment, he paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Something about me seemed familiar.

Perhaps it was my eyes.

Perhaps it was instinct.

The room was dimly lit, and I thought...

For one impossible second...

That he might recognize me.

Then Celeste wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Honey..." she whispered tearfully. "Thank you for protecting me. That woman hurt me so much..."

In that instant, I understood why he hadn't recognized me.

I had never worn a servant's uniform.

I had always kept my hair long because he loved it that way.

The woman kneeling before him now had uneven, cropped hair, a cheap uniform, and a mask hiding half her face.

In his mind, she couldn't possibly be Camille.

I watched the last trace of hesitation disappear from his eyes.

The warmth I'd once known vanished completely, replaced by the ruthless man everyone else feared.

"If anyone dares lay a finger on my wife," he growled, lifting the whip, "I'll make them suffer a thousand times worse. Do you hear me? I'll make you regret the day you were born."

The whip cracked through the air with a deafening snap.

A split second later, it tore across my back.

Pain exploded through my body as the salt-soaked barbs ripped into my skin, leaving burning trails that felt as though they had been carved open by claws.

The first lash tore through my back, and pain exploded across every nerve in my body. I screamed, but the tape over my mouth swallowed the sound, turning it into nothing more than desperate muffled cries.

The second strike landed before I had a chance to recover.

My vision blurred instantly. It felt as though molten steel had been pressed into my skin, scorching everything it touched while ripping flesh apart.

I couldn't tell whether I wasn't getting enough air or if I was breathing too fast.

All I knew was that I couldn't breathe.

The third blow drove every ounce of strength from my body. I bit down so hard that blood filled my mouth, while violent tremors shook me from head to toe. The agony burrowed deep into my bones until it felt impossible to escape.

Then came another strike.

And another.

Then another.

He never stopped.

By the time the whip fell for the ninety-ninth time, I had long since stopped struggling.

My clothes were soaked with blood.

My body twitched uncontrollably, no longer feeling like it belonged to me.

Somewhere between consciousness and darkness, an old memory surfaced.

Luca had once sworn he would make Celeste pay.

He said he'd tie her up.

Whip her.

Make her suffer for everything she'd done to me.

He had promised.

So why...

Why was I the one kneeling here?

Why was I the one bleeding beneath his hands?

Through the haze, I heard his voice.

"Celeste," he asked evenly, as though nothing extraordinary had just happened, "how many men did she bring to violate you?"

"...Ten," Celeste answered in a trembling whisper.

Luca nodded.

"Fine."

His voice was frighteningly calm.

"Bring me a hundred of the filthiest bastards you can find."

After a brief pause, he added coldly,

"And give her something that'll make the whole thing even more entertaining."

My heart dropped into my stomach.

He stepped forward and drove the toe of his shoe into my chin, forcing my head upward.

"You thought you could lay a hand on my wife and get away with it?" he snarled. "I'm going to destroy you."

The kick knocked my mask loose.

It slid onto the floor.

"Luca..."

I forced the name past the tape, every part of me breaking apart.

"If you knew it was me..."

My voice dissolved into muffled sobs.

"...would you regret this?"

The words never reached him.

Only broken sounds escaped my mouth.

He never even glanced in my direction.

Instead, he reached for Celeste's hand.

"Don't look," he told her gently. "It's disgusting."

His voice softened.

"I'll stay with you for the next few days."

The sound of their footsteps slowly faded.

The door closed behind them.

A few moments later, someone else entered the room.

They loosened the ropes just enough to force a pill into my mouth.

I tried to spit it out.

I couldn't.

Within minutes, my entire body began burning.

The heat spread unnaturally fast, racing through my veins until every inch of my skin felt as though it had caught fire.

My heartbeat became erratic.

Breathing grew harder.

Then the men arrived.

One after another.

Filthy.

Reeking of alcohol and sweat.

They looked at me as though I weren't even human.

Hands reached for me.

Rough.

Greedy.

Disgusting.

Nausea rose violently inside me.

Then something even more horrifying happened.

The drug began taking effect.

My body reacted against my will, the unnatural heat mixing with unbearable pain until I could no longer separate one from the other.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

What...

What is happening to me?

My hand searched blindly until it found the nearest object.

A porcelain vase.

I smashed it against the floor.

Without hesitating, I grabbed one of the broken shards and drove it deep into my thigh.

Fresh pain exploded through my leg.

Sharp.

Pure.

It cut through the haze just enough to clear my mind.

When I looked up again, the men were still closing in.

There was nowhere to run.

Except...

The window behind me.

I didn't stop to think.

I sprinted toward it and threw myself through the glass.

For one terrifying moment, I thought I was dead.

Instead, I crashed onto the grass outside.

Every bone in my body screamed in protest, but I was alive.

The nightclub's back entrance stood open only a short distance away.

I forced myself to my feet and ran.

I never looked back.

Blood soaked my clothes.

My wounds burned with every step.

My body begged me to stop.

I kept running anyway.

My phone vibrated over and over inside my pocket.

Eventually, I pulled it out.

A message from Luca filled the screen.

[Camille, this project will take a few more days. Be good and wait for me at home. Love you.]

I laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because there was nothing else left to do.

Another notification appeared almost immediately.

Your identity cancellation has been completed. All official records associated with this name are now invalid.

I stared at those words for a long time.

Then, for the first time in what felt like forever...

I smiled.

A real smile.

Camille Hart no longer existed.

...

When I returned to the villa, I packed as quickly as I could.

Years ago, Luca had taken possession of most of my important documents, believing it would keep me from ever leaving him.

Now none of that mattered.

The woman those papers belonged to was already gone.

I packed only the essentials.

Before leaving, I slipped the ring from my finger.

Dried blood still stained its surface.

I placed it carefully on the desk where I knew Luca would find it.

For a long time, I'd imagined taking revenge with my own hands.

Now I realized I didn't need to.

That ring would tell him everything.

When the truth finally reached him, it would destroy him far more completely than I ever could.

By the time I walked out of the villa, night had already fallen.

The sky stretched overhead in deep shades of blue, while the stars struggled against the glow of the city below.

Even so...

They were still there.

Stars always find a way to shine eventually.

At the airport, I purchased a one-way ticket under my new identity.

No return.

As the plane lifted off the runway and climbed into the night sky, I leaned back against my seat and slowly closed my eyes.

For the first time in years, I wasn't moving toward Luca.

I was moving toward a future that belonged only to me.

Goodbye, Luca.

I could only hope our paths would never cross again.