Every part of me trembled, every nerve screamed. I choked on my sobs as I looked down from the edge. My greatest fear stared back at me from the void below.
“Please,” I begged. “I’m telling the truth… don’t do this.”
Lucien walked toward me with slow, calculated steps. His expression was blank, voice eerily calm.
“Admit you tried to kill Vanessa. That’s all it takes.”
I shook my head desperately, tears blinding me. “I can’t admit what I didn’t do.”
Lucien exhaled heavily.
And then… without hesitation, he shoved me.
The world vanished.
I fell.
The air tore past me in a furious roar. My screams shattered against the sky. There was no floor beneath me, no control, no escape—just the sickening plummet of a woman betrayed, broken, and thrown to the wind like nothing.
And as I descended, one truth rang louder than anything else:
He never loved me.
Not once.
I lost track of how many times they hurled me into the air.