The heavy oak doorknob felt cold beneath my trembling palm. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to obey Trevor, to recite the rehearsed script of domestic deception I had perfected over three agonizing years. Tripped down the stairs. Clumsy me. Just a silly accident. It was the safe choice. The cowardly choice. The choice that kept the fragile, rotting illusion of our family intact.
Chapter 6 - The Visitor in the ShadowsThree weeks passed in a blur of legal depositions, medical checkups, and absolute luxury. Living back at the Lawson Estate felt like being wrapped in silk and steel. My father had surrounded me with twenty-four-hour security, private nurses, and top-tier specialists who monitored every heartbeat of my unborn baby.