"You think this will make me feel guilty? It won't work."
"If you really got hit by a car, then your family must've done something terrible in a past life. Karma finally caught up. The Perez line deserves to end."
End.
Dad was dead. I had no siblings.
If I died too, the Perez family would be extinct.
"The patient is in critical condition! We've already called the police!"
Ryan didn't miss a beat. "Noreen, if you die, I hope you die fast and reincarnate faster."
Click.
The doctor stood frozen, the phone trembling in her grip.
They say when your heart dies, it stops hurting.
They're wrong. It still hurts.
"I'll sign... myself..."
And suddenly, I understood.
No one in this world was going to save me.
Except me.
During my entire hospital stay, Ryan never visited once.
He took Sandra to Iceland to see the Northern Lights. To the Maldives to wade through crystal waters.
He was busy making up for five years of what she'd missed.
The day I was discharged, my lawyer sent a message:
"Ms. Perez, the divorce petition has been filed."
"Additionally, we've obtained the video footage from your father's accident."
"The person who hit you has been arrested. They've confessed—Sandra Henson hired them."