Kate POV:

The car dipped as Josh pulled open the passenger door and slid inside. The small space was instantly contaminated with his scent, mixed with the cheap, cloying perfume Judy wore. It made my stomach turn.

He reached for my hand. "Kate, baby, please let me explain."

I flinched away from his touch like he was fire.

He looked pathetic. A small bandage was stuck clumsily to his temple where the glass had cut him. His voice was a desperate, hollow thing.

I stared straight ahead through the windshield. "Explain?" My voice was as cold as the Chicago wind whipping off the lake. "Explain how you were fucking my stepsister tonight? On the very night I planned to celebrate our three-year anniversary?"

"She seduced me! I was drunk, I—"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips, sharp and humorless. "Don't you dare put this on her, Josh. You're a grown man, not a child."

I finally turned to look at him, really look at him. The face I had loved for a thousand nights now seemed weak, selfish. "I have one question. How long?"

His eyes darted away, unable to meet mine. "It was... just this once..."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I didn't say a word. I just tapped the screen, and a video started to play.

It was from his own dashcam, a file I'd stumbled upon weeks ago while looking for a charging cable and had tried to forget. The timestamp was clear: two months ago. The image was clearer: him and Judy, devouring each other in the front seat of this very car.

The color drained from his face. He stared at the screen, a choked, strangled sound catching in his throat. Every lie, every excuse, evaporated in the blue light of the phone.

I switched off the video and tossed the phone onto the back seat. "Now. What were you saying?"

The fake remorse vanished. He turned completely furious. "So what if it was?" he snarled, his face twisting. "You think I actually love you? Kate, you're so naive."

His words were knives.

"Love you? What is there to love?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You get up at 4:30 every morning to bake bread, covered in flour and butter. You call that a 'dream'? That's cheap labor. I took you to team parties, and you didn't even know what caviar was. When people asked what my girlfriend did, I couldn't even say it. You made me the laughingstock of the locker room for a whole year. If it wasn't for your stepfather's influence, I wouldn't have looked at you twice!"

Hah, this was the man I had sacrificed three years of my life for.

I smiled.

Slowly, I pulled the engagement ring from my finger. There was a pale indent on my ring finger, the mark of three years of wear. The cheap little cluster of diamonds he'd presented with such flourish. My treasure. I threw it at him. The ring bounced off Josh's team logo and rolled into the gap between the car seats.

"Josh Tucker," I said, my voice steady. "We're done."

I leaned across the console, my arm brushing his, and shoved his door open. "Get out of my car."

He stared at me, stunned by my finality. Then his face contorted with rage. "You'll regret this, Kate! You're nothing without me!"

He slammed the door, and I didn't hesitate. I stomped on the accelerator, leaving him and his rotten betrayal behind in a cloud of exhaust.

I drove. I had no destination. The Carlisle mansion wasn't home. It was a place that would only make me feel more sick.

I ended up in a deserted parking lot overlooking Lake Michigan, the water a vast, black emptiness that mirrored my own. I killed the engine. Silence. Only the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

I collapsed over the steering wheel, and the sobs I had been holding back finally broke free. A raw, ugly storm of grief for a love that was a lie, for a dignity that had been stolen.

When the tears finally stopped, I pushed myself up, wiping my wet face with the back of my hand. My eyes were clear. Determined.

I pulled out my phone again, my fingers flying across the screen as I searched for short-term apartment rentals.

I had to get out of that house. Away from Judy and her snake of a mother. Now.

I found a small studio, affordable, available immediately. I sent a message to the landlord, arranging to see it in the morning.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I decided to spend the night here, in my car. It felt safer than any home I had.

I reclined the seat, pulled a spare blanket from the back, and closed my eyes.

Just as I was drifting into a restless sleep, a sharp rap on the driver's side window jolted me awake.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My heart leaped into my throat. Standing outside my car, illuminated by the pale moonlight, was Judy. A smug, venomous smile spread across her face.

I rolled the window down a crack, the cold air a slap in the face. "What do you want?"

She leaned against the car, her voice a purr of mock sympathy. "Oh, my dear sister. You didn't really think you could just run away, did you?"

Kate POV:

I stared at Judy's perfectly made-up face, my first instinct was to roll up the window and drive away. But I knew she wouldn't have tracked me down just to gloat; she must have another purpose.

"Are you following me?" I asked, my voice flat.

She let out an exaggerated, theatrical laugh. "Oh, honey, I have better things to do. Daddy sent me. He figured his pathetic little charity case would be hiding in her car, crying her eyes out."

The mention of Fabian Carlisle sent a chill down my spine. He was the one person in that house I truly feared.

Judy sauntered to the front of my car, leaning against the hood. She looked at me like I was a bug she was about to squash. "You almost ruined a very important business deal tonight, you know."

I just stared at her. "What deal?"

She examined her perfectly manicured nails, feigning boredom. "The merger with the Chicago Raptors, of course. Or, more accurately, the marriage. I was supposed to be the one marrying Dylan 'Dill' Kowalski."

My mind went blank. Dylan Kowalski? The enforcer for the Raptors? The man whose reputation was built on brutal fights on the ice and an endless string of trouble off it? The Carlisle family wanted Judy to marry him?

"But I have no interest in marrying some savage," Judy said with a flick of her hair. "I have Josh. So, Daddy and I came up with a brilliant new plan."

She leaned in close to my window, her blue eyes glittering with malice. "You," she said, drawing out the word, "are going to marry him for me."

A roaring sound filled my ears. It felt like the world was tilting on its axis. They wanted to trade me. Like cattle. Like a piece of property.

"You're insane," I choked out. "I won't do it."

Judy's smile widened. "You don't have a choice, Kate. Your mother's medical bills? The lease on this sad little bakery of yours? Who do you think pays for all that? And how many cupcakes would you have to bake to pay it back?"

Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. I twisted the key in the ignition, and the old engine roared to life. The sudden noise made Judy jump back with a yelp.

I didn't spare her another glance. I slammed the car into drive and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving her standing there. I had to run. I had to get away from this toxic, monstrous family.

My mind flashed back to a few days ago. Fabian and Maddie had called me into the study, telling me with condescending smiles that they had "arranged" a wonderful match for me with a sports dynasty. I'd laughed it off, told them it was absurd, and refused.

I thought that was the end of it. I never imagined they were serious. And I never, ever imagined the groom was Dylan Kowalski.

I was on the highway now, flying past the city limits, with no idea where I was going. Just away. I sent a quick text to Norah, my only real friend. "Need to get away for a while. Trouble."

The sky began to lighten in the east, and my gas gauge hovered just above empty. Up ahead, I saw them. Two men in dark suits, leaning against a black SUV, their eyes fixed on my approaching car.

Fabian's bodyguards.

A jolt of pure panic shot through me. They'd found me already.

I swerved at the next exit, my tires screeching, and turned onto a deserted side road. I had to lose them.

I drove frantically, twisting and turning through a decaying industrial park. The buildings were skeletal remains of factories, rusted and forgotten. It was the perfect place to hide.

I spotted a massive, derelict warehouse and pulled my car behind it, cutting the engine. I ducked down, peering through the side mirror.

Minutes later, the black SUV sped past on the main road without slowing down. They hadn't seen me. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

I decided to wait here until nightfall. I checked the warehouse doors and found a small side entrance unlocked.

I slipped inside. The air was thick with the smell of dust, rust, and old sweat. The cavernous space was filled with abandoned gym equipment—weights, benches, climbing ropes hanging like ghostly nooses from the high ceiling.

I found a corner shrouded by a heavy tarp, a small, dark space where I could be invisible. I curled up, my body screaming with exhaustion. Everything that had happened in the last twelve hours had drained me completely.

Just as my eyes were closing, a dull, heavy thud echoed from the other side of the warehouse.

It sounded like a body hitting the floor.

I was instantly awake, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Someone else was in here.

I held my breath, straining my ears, my eyes fixed on the direction of the sound. In the deep shadows, I thought I saw a large figure struggling to get up.