After He Ruined Me, He Couldn’t Let Me Go

My brothers despised me, blaming me for our parents’ death in the crash. But it wasn’t my fault.

It was hers.

Elowen—the flawless sister they chose. The one who smiled innocently while ruining my life.

For years, I existed as her shadow, her scapegoat, her villain. Then Darius Voss entered our home—the man who noticed me, rescued me, and said everything I’d longed to hear.

“Here, no one can hurt you.”

“Would you believe me if I said I love you?”

I did.

I trusted him. I gave him everything.

Then the truth came out. Darius wasn’t mine—he was hers.

Elowen’s fiancé.

And when I was carrying his child, he forced me to give blood for her. I begged him to stop. He didn’t. I lost the baby.

That night, I walked barefoot to the bridge.

The wind was freezing, the river darker than the sky.

“I hope you both burn,” I whispered.

Then I jumped.