I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in that freezing darkness. My skin was pale and numb, lips cracked, breath shallow. My fingers curled against my chest, trying to preserve even the faintest trace of warmth. But before the cold swallowed me whole… I remembered how I got there.

“I said throw her in there,” Isabel hissed, her voice sharp like broken glass. “Let her cool off since she wants to cause trouble in this house.”

Two maids hesitated by my arms, glancing at each other with uncertainty. “She’s sick, Señora… this isn’t right—”

“I said put her in!” Isabel snapped. “She laid her cursed hands on me and nearly killed me and my grandchild. Layla got hurt, too! Don’t you see it? She’s the ruin of this family. Let the ice drain that poison out.”

“I didn’t mean—please,” I whispered, clutching my blanket, my voice hoarse. “Please, don’t do this. Mateo—get Mateo. He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t allow this…”

But even as I begged, the world around me twisted.

Because I heard the hurried footsteps down the hall. Mateo.

I screamed his name. “Mateo! Mateo, please—I need you!”

He rushed past the hallway—carrying Layla, barking orders, his suit jacket half-on, panic written across his face.

“She’s bleeding again. She fell to the stairs. Keep the car running to the hospital. I can't let something happen to the baby!”

He didn’t even glance at me.

I reached out a shaking hand from the floor. “Mateo…!”

But his back was already turning the corner. Already leaving.

Gone.

“Wait—please…” My knees gave out.

“Do it now,” Isabel said coldly, her voice merciless. “Before she stirs up more drama.”

I snapped on my thoughts when someone entered. It was Mateo.

He wrapped me in a blanket. “Isla, oh god, Isla! I didn’t know. I didn’t know she actually did it, I thought she was joking. You know how my mother is when she’s mad, she says things she doesn’t mean.”

My teeth chattered. I couldn’t even reply.

He rubbed my arms frantically. “I’m sorry… about the necklace too. I know now, it was your mother’s. The only thing you had left of them. I was stupid. I should’ve stopped her.”

I didn’t say anything. My lips curled slightly, but it wasn’t warmth, it was bitterness.

“You’ll feel better soon, alright? Tomorrow… we’ll finalize the contract for the merge. I need you there so you need to be fine. Then, I’ll buy you a dozen necklaces like that one,” he added with a shaky laugh, kissing my forehead like a reward for surviving.

Ah, there it was. The merge.

That’s why I was saved. Because I was still needed.

He scooped me into his arms like a fragile thing, carrying me back to the bedroom. “You’re burning up,” he said suddenly, panic flashing in his voice. “You have a fever. I’m bringing you to the hospital.”

“No.” My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. But I forced the word out with all the strength I had.

“No?” he echoed.

I pushed against his chest. “Let’s get a divorce.”

He froze. “What?” His voice was a stunned whisper, like he hadn’t heard me right.

“I want a divorce, Mateo. End it.”

“No, no, wait, Isla. You’re just sick, upset. I said I was sorry. Don’t do this,” he pleaded, eyes wide and desperate. “Okay, okay, I should’ve stopped my mother. I should’ve never believed Layla. But I was worried for the baby, alright? She said she was bleeding, and I panicked. I didn’t think you’d… I didn’t know the truth… that it was an accident.”

I laughed bitterly, coughing as I did. “Of course. The baby.”

His eyes flickered as if he knew what I was thinking. “It’s not mine.”

“Is it?”

He swallowed. “No. Of course not. I just—she had no one. I pitied her.”

Pity. The same pity that made him feed her lies while erasing me.

Mateo moved closer, brushing my hair back. “If you want me to stay away from her, I will. I’ll focus on us. No divorce. Please, let me take care of you now, okay?”

He reached down and gently picked me up again, murmuring apologies.

And then the door creaked open. Layla stood there. Eyes red. Voice trembling.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffing. “I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t mean to… maybe I should leave. Maybe it’s better if I go away again because you’re gonna dispose of me, right?.”

Mateo turned his head. “Layla—”

“But I’m bleeding again,” she whispered.

Everything stopped.

Layla clutched her stomach. “The baby… maybe it deserves this. Maybe I do.”

Then she turned and ran, sobbing down the hall.

“No! Layla!” Mateo panicked, placing me down so fast my knees buckled.

“Mateo,” I croaked. “You said—”

But he was already halfway out the door.

“I’m sorry!” he called out. “I’ll call someone to help you—Layla needs me!”

“What about me?!” I screamed after him.

He turned once, hesitating. “You’re strong, Isla. You always are. The butler will take care of you.”

And then he was gone.

The door slammed shut.

I waited. Minutes.

Then an hour. But no one came.

The cold of the freezer still clung to my bones. My head was spinning, skin burning, vision blurry. I reached for the wall, dragging myself up. Every step felt like dragging iron chains across my soul.

I made it to the car. Somehow, I drove myself to the nearest hospital. My fingers trembled as I clutched the steering wheel, sweat soaking through my clothes, vision swimming but I made it.

When I woke up, I received a call from Luigi, “I heard what happened! I’m picking you up immediately!”

I sat quietly in the corner of the hospital room, the thin blanket still wrapped around my shoulders even though I no longer felt cold. I had finally run out of pain to feel.

The soft ding of a message snapped me back to reality. It was from my lawyer. Divorce papers are finalized. Ready for delivery.

I inhaled deeply, ignoring the tight pull of my bandaged arm. My voice was steady when I typed back: Deliver them tomorrow. At the merger event. Make sure the announcement reads like he’s being overthrown. I want the entire board to see it.

“Understood.”

I stared at the screen for a moment longer. Then, another message popped up, this time from Isabel.

“You bitch, I heard what happened. Don’t you dare pretend to be sick until tomorrow. The merger is scheduled and we need your signature. Don’t ruin this. You don’t have a family anymore. You only have us now. So do your part and let us control the company.”

My lips parted slightly in disbelief, but no sound came out.

I was about to drop my phone to the side when another notification buzzed across the screen.

It was from Luigi: I learned the truth about the accident. I’m near. Wait for me!

My thumb hovered over it, unsure until my breath caught and instinct made me tap. The footage was grainy, clearly taken from a security camera—silent, timestamped. The image flickered, then stabilized.

There she was. Isabel. Standing in what looked like a dim parking garage. Her voice was faint at first, muffled. But then the audio picked up, and her words cut through like ice.

“Make sure it looks like an accident. A malfunction. Brake lines. Nothing too obvious.”

My stomach dropped.

“No, I don’t care how. Just do it before the auction. Make it quick. Her parents always had too much say. It’s time she learns who really owns this family now.”

I couldn’t breathe. I replayed it once. Twice. A third time. My hand trembled, my vision blurring at the edges, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

Then, as if the universe wasn’t done mocking me, another message lit up the screen, this time from Mateo.

“Don’t visit Layla. Don’t show your face to her, she’s sensitive and scared you’ll hurt the baby. Just show up tomorrow for the merger, and after that, I’ll treat you to a nice vacation.”

I stared at the words, a bitter laugh choking its way through my sobs. But I didn’t reply. Instead, I blocked him.

I stood up. I still had one last thing to do before leaving. I wandered through the stark white halls of the hospital until I found her room. Gladly, there was no Mateo.

She glanced up when I opened the door. Her face curled into a smirk. “Oh, look. The ghost bride rises from the dead.”

I stepped inside without saying a word.

“What?” she sneered. “Here to fight me? Please, Isla. You’re just embarrassing yourself. Mateo’s never loved you. Even his mother can’t stand you. Honestly? Just die already. That would really help us be happy.”

My hands clenched at my sides. I looked at her and saw flashes of our childhood. Sneaking out of school together. Pinky promises. Nights we spent dreaming about weddings, careers, and families. never knowing one of us would destroy the other.

“I used to love you,” I said quietly. “You were my best friend. You were my sister before anything else.”

Layla rolled her eyes. “Please don’t get all poetic on me. You stole him, Isla.”

“No,” I said firmly. “You left him. You ran when he needed you most. I stood by him. I married him. I gave him everything.”

She laughed bitterly. “That was your mistake.”

“And this,” I said, reaching into my pocket, “is yours.”

I pulled off my wedding ring and threw it across the bed. It bounced once before landing in her lap.

“There,” I spat. “Wear it. Be the perfect Miss Madrigal. Play house. Pretend it means something.”

Layla’s smile faltered.

“Just don’t ever let him crawl back to me,” I added. “Because I won’t be here. Not anymore.”

She scoffed. “Good. He won’t even look for you.”

“I hope not.”

I turned on my heel. And just as I stepped back into the corridor, I saw him.

Luigi. Standing there, dressed in black, sunglasses tucked in his shirt, eyes scanning the hall until they found me.

“There you are,” he said softly, pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered against his chest. “You came.”

He nodded, brushing my hair back. “You ready?”

“More than ever.”

We walked out of the hospital together.

At the airport, I walked straight to the bin by the boarding gate, pulled out my phone, snapped the SIM card in half, and tossed both inside without hesitation.

I boarded the plane without looking back, finally able to breathe as the door closed behind me because soon enough they would regret betraying me.