Gusion, Hanabi, and Nana were gone. They had moved into their new mansion, the kind you see in magazines, all glass and light and promise. A place full of laughter and plans and a future that didn’t include me. They left like I was already erased.
It should have destroyed me. Maybe part of me did break. But sitting alone in that empty living room, staring at the divorce papers I rewrote myself, something cold settled in my chest.
I wasn’t going to fight for a marriage that was already a joke. I wasn’t going to beg for a daughter who had already chosen another woman. I wasn’t going to mourn parents who never chose me.
No. I was going to disappear. And one day, I would come back as someone they would never dare look down on again.
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With Lancelot’s help, everything happened quietly. I finalized the divorce on my terms and took nothing from Gusion. Not a dollar. Not a share. I wanted zero ties, zero debts, zero reminders.
Then I crossed a line I could never uncross.
Through one of Lancelot’s medical contacts, I found someone who could help me vanish completely. An unclaimed body. A woman close to my age, my size. Someone the world had already forgotten.