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Chapter 1
It was my graduation day, but instead of my boyfriend Oliver celebrating it with me, he was celebrating with his so–called friend Naomi. Forced to celebrate alone, I went to a bar, drowning my sadness in a drink. I didn’t know that moment would lead to harm. Someone had put something in my drink, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged into a car.
I tried to fight, but my body felt heavy. In desperation, I managed to call Oliver. “Help me,” I begged, my voice trembling as the men around me laughed.
“Stop faking it, Hannah,” Oliver said coldly. “Don’t make a scene just because you’re mad I wasn’t there today. I told you I had something important to do.”
Through the phone, I heard a woman’s voice–Naomi’s. She giggled and said, “Oliver, should I take off the lingerie now?”
I froze, my chest tightening as her voice mocked me through the line. Before I could say anything, the call went dead.
I was left alone to face the horrors of that night. The men didn’t just hurt me–they tortured me. Their cruelty knew no limits, and as I cried and begged for it to stop, my worst fears came true. The pain they inflicted on me took something precious I had been keeping a secret–my baby.
I hadn’t even told Oliver yet. I was planning to surprise him after graduation, to tell him he was going to be a father. I thought it would bring us closer, but now that future was gone, ripped away from me in the cruelest way.
When it was over, they left me in the middle of nowhere, broken, bleeding, and crying into the cold, damp earth.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in the hospital. My body ached in ways I couldn’t describe. Every movement sent sharp pain through me, but the physical agony couldn’t compare to the emptiness in my chest.
I looked around the sterile room, expecting to see Oliver. For one fleeting second, I imagined him pacing anxiously or sitting by my side, worried about me. But the chair beside me was empty. He wasn’t there.
Fighting the lump in my throat, I reached for my phone. My hands trembled as I dialed his number. It rang once. Twice.
No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. The pit in my stomach grew heavier with each failed
attempt.
Desperate for answers, I opened Instagram. Using my dummy account–the one I used to stalk Naomi and Oliver’s friends–I scrolled through their posts, searching for any sign of him. That’s when I saw it: a live video.
My heart sank as I clicked on it. The screen filled with an image of Oliver, his arm wrapped tightly around Naomi’s waist. She looked smug, her head resting on his shoulder, while his lips brushed against hers.
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My heart sank as I clicked on it. The screen filled with an image of Oliver, his arm wrapped tightly around Naomi’s waist. She looked smug, her head resting on his shoulder, while his lips brushed against hers.
I stared, frozen, as the live continued. The person filming–one of Oliver’s friends–laughed
in the background. “Oops, they’re kissing. Hey, Oliver, what do you think your gullible girlfriend would think if she saw this?”
Oliver smirked, his expression infuriatingly casual. “She wouldn’t know if you stopped filming. But even if she did–who cares? I’ll just tell her I love her, and she’ll believe me. She loves me that much.”
My chest tightened as tears blurred my vision. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces as the live video continued. Naomi giggled, pulling Oliver into another kiss, and I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned it off, my hands shaking as I dropped the phone onto the bed. I had stayed with Oliver for over a year, clinging to the hope that he would change. I thought that the boy I fell in love with–the one who made me feel special, who once held me close and told me I was his world–was still somewhere inside him. I told myself that if I was patient, if I loved him enough, he would come back to me.
But this… This was the last straw.
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I sat in the hospital bed, my tears spilling freely. I thought of everything I had endured–the constant lies, the betrayal, the pain. And now, after everything that had happened to me, wasn’t here. He didn’t care
The ache in my chest was replaced by something colder, something final. I wiped my tears. and grabbed my phone. My hands steadied as I dialed a familiar number.
“Mom,” I said, my voice hoarse but firm.
“Hannah? Are you okay?” Her concern was evident, and for a moment, I almost broke down again. But I couldn’t let myself.
“I’m going to accept the job in Sydney,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “Please arrange everything for me.”
As I hung up, a sense of clarity washed over me. I wasn’t going to waste another second on Oliver. I wasn’t going to wait for him to change or beg for his attention. It was time to move forward, to reclaim the life I had almost lost.
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