Inside the ambulance, pain pulsed through my body and my fingers shook as I tried calling Duke's number over and over. But every time, it was just a cold, mechanical female voice saying, "The number you're trying to reach is unavailable."

After losing my baby, I did something impulsive—I scrolled through my mother-in-law’s social media feed. There, I saw her latest post, complete with photos of Duke, her and his ex-girlfriend enjoying a hiking trip. The caption read: "Spending time with my wonderful son and lovely future daughter-in-law, exploring the beauty of our great homeland!"

While I was on the brink of death, Duke and his mother were off gallivanting through the mountains with his former flame. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay composed and then called the renowned director I’d been in touch with. “I’ll be taking the lead role in your new film,” I told him, pushing through the heartbreak.

Five days after my miscarriage, Duke and his mother finally returned. My mother-in-law, Marion, didn’t waste any time ushering someone else into our home—someone I immediately recognized.

“Come in, come in!” Marion practically beamed as she welcomed the woman into the living room. "Don't mind the small place; when Duke marries you, we’ll make sure to find a bigger, better one!”

This woman, Jessie, had been Duke's high school sweetheart and it was like seeing Marion introduce her as the real woman in her son's life. She even handed Jessie a pair of clean slippers, smiling so warmly it was as though I didn’t exist in the room.

When Marion finally noticed me, her eyes flickered with disgust. “Oh, you’re still here?” She muttered under her breath, a grimace tightening her face. “What bad luck.”

Pretending to be surprised, she raised her voice just enough to sound concerned, “Why aren’t you at the hospital?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but she interrupted, dramatically clapping her hands to her face as if she’d just seen a ghost. “You were just in the hospital! You’re probably covered in germs! And now you’re bringing that filth into my son’s home?”

She hurried to the cabinet, grabbed a spray bottle of disinfectant and began dousing the air around me. I coughed as the fumes filled my lungs, my eyes watering. Meanwhile, Duke watched on, only mumbling, “Mom, she… she was still pregnant…”

“Pregnant?” she scoffed, spraying another cloud toward me. “That child is long gone, right? No point in talking about it now, anyway.” Her eyes glinted with disdain as she went on, “I swear, the way she carries herself—like a disease-ridden stray, not fit to be seen in public.”

I had already changed into fresh clothes and showered before they returned, but no explanation could get through her thick wall of contempt. Instead of engaging in her petty insults, I turned to Duke, forcing myself to ask, “Why didn’t you answer my calls that day?”

He lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. That answer alone was enough, but I needed to hear it from him.

Marion took the chance to jump in. “What is with all these questions?” she spat, practically rolling her eyes. “No wonder he’s sick of you.”

Ignoring her as best as I could, I steadied my voice, though I felt the sadness creep into my words. “Mom, let me talk to Duke.”

Marion’s face flushed with anger and she exploded. “Don't call me ‘Mom’! You two aren’t even legally married. Who do you think you are?”

Her words cut like a blade. The weight of reality sank deeper as I recalled the years I’d spent with Duke. We’d been together for five years, but only had a ceremonial wedding, without ever registering it officially. The day we planned to get our license, Marion had grabbed a knife, pressing it to her neck, threatening to end her life if we did. Duke and I had postponed the license indefinitely and Marion had found new ways to manipulate him ever since.

For five years, I had managed everything in this household. I was family when it was convenient, but an outsider whenever Marion decided.

Marion gave Jessie a broad smile. “Jessie, sweetheart, you’re part of this family. Call me ‘Mom,’ just as you always have.” She shot me a dark look, then spoke as though I were a stranger in the room. “She’s an outsider, not you.”

“Please, Marion,” Jessie said, casting me a mocking glance. “Let’s go eat at that new molecular cuisine restaurant. I hear it’s fantastic!”

I clenched my jaw, remembering how I’d once suggested trying the same restaurant. Duke and Marion had dismissed me as selfish, accusing me of wasting money. But when it was Jessie’s suggestion, it suddenly sounded reasonable.

“Oh, how cultured of you, Jessie! I’d love to try it.” Marion chuckled, affectionately linking her arm with Jessie’s. They left without so much as a backward glance.

“Duke,” I called softly. I still wanted to understand why he’d abandoned me.

“Why?” I asked, hoping he’d say something that would make the pain go away.

He sighed in exasperation, his expression sharp. “Why do you cling to these pointless things? Why can’t you be more like Jessie and stop whining? I was busy! It’s not like you were dying!”

I felt my heart sink further. Busy? He hadn’t even asked about our baby, the child we’d lost. “I just… wanted to know why.”

Duke crossed his arms, voice raising. “Do you have any idea how hard I work to support you? And you repay me by acting like this?”

I swallowed, barely able to keep my voice steady. “Support? I paid for our wedding. I paid for everything after it.” But my words fell on deaf ears as he began yelling, his voice echoing off the walls.

From the hallway, Marion’s voice rang out, cold and cutting. “Why don’t you just die in the hospital next time? It would save us all the trouble.”

Though she whispered the words, they hit me like a thunderclap. I saw Duke’s expression falter, but he quickly composed himself, turning back to me. “I’m busy, alright? Don’t bother calling me unless you have something important to say.”

With that, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. I stood in the silence, feeling the last thread connecting us finally snap.

Resolving not to look back, I picked up my phone and contacted a team of lawyers. I knew what I had to do.

Finally, I dialed the director’s number. “Mr. Leighton? It’s me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m taking the lead role in your film.”

“Good that you’ve finally come to this realization,” my mentor said gently over the phone. “Remember, your happiness is your own to protect. Don’t let yourself get tangled in others’ expectations.”

Her words were like a balm for my wounds and I let myself lean into her kindness. I had once been so sure that my marriage to Duke would be my happy ending. Yet, slowly, it dawned on me that I had been clinging to an illusion.

My mind drifted back to the very first time we met. I was a new actress then, exhausted after a long day of filming. I’d taken a break in a quiet corner on set, only to accidentally fall asleep. By the time I woke up, the entire crew had packed up and gone. Alone, I tried to use my phone, but the poor signal in that remote area forced me to walk toward the main road, hoping to catch a bus.

I was nearly there when a drunken man lurched out of nowhere, his grip cold and unrelenting as he tried to pull me into the nearby woods. My heart pounded, fear tightening in my throat, when suddenly a voice rang out—a blur of fists and fury followed as Duke threw himself at the man.

The struggle left Duke bruised, his face swollen and bleeding, but he smiled through it, brushing it off. “No one’s going to mess with you now. I look so terrifying, even a ghost would run from me!” He raised his arms, waving them playfully as he jumped up and down to make me laugh. And just like that, with his kindness and his courage, Duke had leapt into my heart.

For a time, Duke even went against his controlling mother, Marion, who had scorned our relationship. He’d stood by me despite her opposition and I had believed this was proof of his love. It was why, in the years that followed—through Marion’s taunts, Duke’s growing indifference and every struggle I faced to maintain our home—I stayed. I thought that if I held on, our marriage would one day feel like a fairytale ending. But that hope began to dim the moment Jessie returned from abroad. Marion wasted no time cozying up to her, orchestrating opportunities for Duke and her to “reconnect,” even taking hundreds of pictures with Jessie, who Marion now called “her future daughter-in-law.”

While I saved money for Duke’s business and skimped on every luxury, Marion’s social media posts were full of their trips together—Duke and Jessie laughing together on a snowy mountaintop in Hokkaido, kissing under the Northern Lights in Iceland. My heart clenched as I realized Duke was making memories with Jessie that I had dreamed of sharing with him.

Eventually, I accepted the truth: my love for him was as fragile as glass and his love for me was nothing more than a passing illusion. If he wanted to be with Jessie so much, I would let him go. I would no longer sacrifice myself for their comfort.

The days passed and I threw myself into the new role I had accepted. I passed the makeup test and rehearsed tirelessly, awaiting the start of filming. Then, out of the blue, my lawyer’s office called, asking if I could meet them at a new address. Curiosity prickled my thoughts as I jotted down the address they provided.

When I arrived, I rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Duke’s familiar face appeared, but his expression was anything but welcoming. He looked pale and unsettled, eyes wide as though I’d caught him in a lie.

“Camila… what are you doing here?” he stammered, blocking the doorway.

I pushed past him without answering, my heart heavy with dread as I took in the home—a lavish new villa, decorated with the kind of opulence I had never known. Imported leather furniture, high-end light fixtures and designer décor. My eyes drifted over the polished marble floors and I felt my heart crack as I remembered the years I’d pinched pennies, avoiding any luxuries for Duke’s sake.

My gaze landed on a sleek leather sofa, one I’d admired for ages but never bought, dismissed by Duke as “a wasteful expense.” Yet here it was, gleaming under the chandelier’s light in their new home.

“Expecting someone, Duke?” A voice purred from behind him. Jessie stood at the top of the staircase, her hair tousled, wearing matching cartoon pajamas with Duke. I felt a laugh rise in my throat, cold and bitter. Duke had always scoffed at these “childish” couple’s items. In fact, when I’d bought us matching pajamas years ago, he’d tossed them out, calling me “too old to be so silly.” Yet here he was, with Jessie, embracing everything he’d once mocked.

“Camila, please… it’s not what you think,” Duke stammered, reaching for me, but Jessie intervened with a wicked smile.

“Why hide it from her, Duke?” She sauntered over, removing the white sheet that had been draped over a massive sculpture in the living room. I gasped as the sheet fell away, revealing a statue of Duke and Jessie in a loving embrace, modeled after their photo under the aurora borealis in Iceland. A photo of them fulfilling my long-held dream.

I had once begged Duke to take me to see the Northern Lights in Iceland. But he’d refused every time, calling it a pointless expense. Instead, one night, he’d spent $9.90 on a star projector and shone it on our ceiling, saying, “There you go. That’s enough of the aurora for us.” I had convinced myself that it was the thought that mattered, that his love was in every gesture.

Now, seeing him fulfill that same dream for Jessie, I finally saw the truth. He had never been willing to spend on me, only to make me settle for less. But for Jessie, he was willing to buy the stars.

Tears pooled in my eyes and I couldn’t hold them back anymore. Without thinking, I picked up a golf club lying in the corner of the room, gripping it tightly as my mind flooded with every betrayal, every hurt.

“Camila!” Duke exclaimed, his voice a desperate plea. But I barely heard him over the rush of my own anger. For years, I’d swallowed every insult, every disregard and here he was, showing me just how little I had meant to him.

Jessie stepped closer, her smug smile daring me to lash out. “Poor thing,” she taunted softly. “Did you really think he’d ever be happy with someone like you?”

I swung the club once, hard, shattering a nearby glass coffee table. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing my broken heart. Duke lunged forward, grabbing my arm, but I shook him off, my voice a raw whisper. “You can keep everything—this house, this life. I’m done.”

With a final look at the two of them, I turned and walked out of that villa, feeling the weight of every lost dream fall away. I had no need for Duke, no need for anyone who would so callously discard me. I had my talent, my strength and a future that was mine to create. Let him live with the emptiness he chose. I would find my own light.

“How much longer are you going to play this pathetic charade?” Duke roared, ripping the golf club out of my hands. The force threw me off balance and I hit the ground hard. My head slammed against the sharp corner of the table and in an instant, a warm line of blood began tracing its way down my cheek.

“Camila—are you hurt? The baby… is the baby alright?” Duke dropped to his knees, his hands hovering over my stomach in a mix of panic and urgency.

Before I could answer, Jessie cut in, half-smiling with a falsely sympathetic tone. “The baby’s fine,” she said, her gaze flickering with amusement. “No blood between her legs; nothing to worry about.”

The way she emphasized her words sent a chill down my spine. And then I felt it—a strange, creeping suspicion began to unfurl, connecting threads I hadn’t wanted to see before.

Once he was convinced I wasn’t seriously hurt, Duke’s expression darkened. “You’re insane!” he spat, shoving me back. “This—” he pointed to the shattered pieces of the glass table, “is worth more than you’ll ever be. Do you think you can just come in here and smash things up?”

Beside him, Jessie’s smirk only widened, her pleasure thinly veiled. “Camila, maybe you should be grateful,” she sneered, eyes gleaming. “Duke has been so loyal to you all these years. Honestly, I don’t know why he puts up with your behavior now.”

I tasted the metallic mix of blood and tears at the corners of my mouth, a sharp bitterness that only deepened as I looked at the two of them, standing together, united in their cruelty. I could feel my restraint breaking and a bitter laugh escaped me, bubbling up uncontrollably.

“Grateful?” I choked out, unable to hold back any longer. “For what? Wasting five years of my life? Ignoring every sacrifice I made?”

Duke’s gaze flickered, but Jessie rolled her eyes. “Oh, save it, Camila. You always have this poor little martyr act going.”

I let the memories roll over me, each one as jagged and painful as broken glass. I had nothing left to hold on to, no more patience for their lies. For the first time, I laughed openly, letting the blood and tears spill freely.

“She’s losing it,” Jessie muttered, her smile fading into unease. She shrank back, instinctively stepping behind Duke.

Later, alone in the bathroom, I scrubbed the blood from my face and chest, trying to erase the pain of their words. Jessie’s voice drifted in from the hallway outside, dripping with venom.

“People like you,” she sneered, “should know your place. An orphan with no family? You’re lucky to even be here. Being with Duke is probably the best thing that ever happened to you. You should thank me.”

Her words struck deep and in the reflection, I could almost see the faces of my parents. I had been a happy child once. My parents, despite their struggles, had given me so much love. Even after my mother’s cancer diagnosis, they still managed to buy me a small strawberry cake every year on my birthday, no matter the mounting medical bills. But when I was eleven, she passed away, her face twisted with pain as she tried to smile at me.

“Sorry, Camila,” she’d whispered with her final breath, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry… What will you do all alone?”

My chest heaved as tears blurred my reflection. My parents had been my world and they had loved me unconditionally. And now, here I was—treated as nothing, surrounded by people who saw me as disposable.

Jessie’s mocking laughter continued outside the bathroom, louder now. “Honestly, it’s pathetic to watch her cry,” she said, scorn lacing every word. “Like she even deserves to carry Duke’s child.”

A fierce anger rose within me and I clutched my stomach instinctively. Jessie’s laughter quieted as I emerged from the bathroom and her face twisted with anger.

“I was just thinking about the baby,” I said, brushing a hand over my stomach, letting my words sink in. “Duke was so excited. I mean, why else would we be together, right? For the future?”

Jessie’s eyes flashed with fury and she grabbed my wrist, squeezing it tightly. “Stop pretending,” she hissed, her voice low and cold. “The baby’s long gone. Did you forget? You were lying there, bleeding out. We were there. You think I’d let someone like you give Duke a child?”

I stared at her, feigning shock. “You’re lying. You’re lying! Both Duke and his mother loved that baby—they were looking forward to it!”

Jessie’s grip tightened as she sneered, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “You’re too stupid to understand, aren’t you? That car accident wasn’t some coincidence. Duke’s mother arranged it herself. A nobody like you doesn’t deserve to have his child. Do you understand now?” Her laughter turned sharp, cold. “No matter how much you hope, you will never be more than a pathetic charity case.”

My heart pounded and I felt my hands trembling. Jessie didn’t notice the tiny recorder I’d just turned off in my pocket. Every word had been captured. The truth was all I needed now—enough to finally hold them accountable for the damage they’d done. Let them believe they had broken me; I would find justice on my own.

As I moved toward the door, Jessie’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm and yanking me back. Her eyes were sharp, narrowed. “You don’t have a recorder on you, do you?” she demanded, her voice icy, her eyes like daggers.

I managed to keep my face neutral, shrugging off her grip. “Of course not,” I replied, my voice steady.

The commotion must have drawn Duke’s attention, because at that moment, he opened the door, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. Jessie, catching sight of him, instantly adopted an expression of hurt and innocence. In a sickeningly practiced move, she fell to the floor, a look of shock and pain plastered across her face.

“Duke! She—she hit me! She’s gone insane!” Jessie wailed, reaching for his hand as if I had attacked her.