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When you’re desperate to secure your future, your present becomes chaos.
I don’t know if I prefer the devil that walks the hallway of this hospital to the one blackmailing me.
I’m still the jagged piece that doesn’t fit the family frame. Watching love from the outside, pretending like I don’t want it, like it wouldn’t burn straight through me if I ever tried to hold it.
We lost our parents. Lost our home. And we rebuilt it into something unbreakable. And if I’m the one who has to take the hits to protect it, then so fucking be it. I’m the one with nothing to lose.
The part that always makes me feel disposable. Just like I always end up feeling in the end.
“Stephanie,” he cuts in, smirking. “You’d know, drunk or not, if I’d fucked you. You’d be covered in cuts and bruises. You wouldn’t be able to walk. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be questioning it. Because you’d feel it. I’d still be dripping down your thighs. So no, we did not have sex.”
“You really think you know me, huh? Rich boy this, rich boy that. You think you’re the only one here who has felt real pain?” Then he drops me. Like I’m disposable. Like I don’t matter. And that hurts more than anything.
Everyone always leaves.
And I don’t know who the bigger monster is anymore—me or him.
“You came up straight from hell, Dr. Quinn,” I whisper. He chuckles darkly. “How do you know? Were you holding my hand on the way up?”
There was never a finish line for me. Just survival.
I’m not wife material. I’m not even human some days. I’m a ghost with a scalpel and a vendetta.
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage. That it isn’t a game. That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
“Things you do to survive aren’t mistakes. Our pasts make us. They can ruin us if we let them.”
And don’t go disappearing on me and running away, because I will chase you down, Dr. Quinn. You wanted me, you’ve got me, now you can’t leave me.”
“That you don’t let me free. Just fucking kill me. I can’t live my life running from some cult. I won’t have my job. I won’t have my husband. I’ve got nothing left but a death sentence. So if anyone gets to do it, it’s you.”
“Anywhere you are is now my home, Finn.”
