Chapter Thirteen
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The Escape Plan
For the next several days, Mira worked in secret.
Every spare moment was spent preparing.
Searching for apartments.
Looking at schools for the future.
Calculating expenses.
Making plans.
Building an escape route for her best friend.
Because if Elena ever found the courage to leave, everything had to be ready.
There could be no mistakes.
No delays.
No second chances.
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Meanwhile, Elena continued living in the mansion.
But something inside her had begun to change.
The woman who once woke up wondering how to make Adrian happy now woke up wondering if her baby was healthy.
The woman who once cried over Adrian's attention now found herself imagining tiny baby clothes and tiny baby shoes.
For the first time in years, her future didn't completely revolve around her husband.
And that scared her.
Because it felt good.
Too good.
Almost like freedom.
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One afternoon, Mira arrived carrying several shopping bags.
Elena raised an eyebrow.
"What's all this?"
Mira grinned.
"Nothing."
"You're a terrible liar."
Mira laughed.
"Fine."
She pulled a tiny pair of baby socks from one of the bags.
Elena gasped.
They were impossibly small.
Tiny little white socks.
Barely larger than her hand.
Tears immediately filled her eyes.
"Mira..."
"What?"
"They're beautiful."
For a moment, the two women simply stared at the socks.
Then they both burst into laughter.
A soft, genuine laughter that filled the room.
The kind Elena hadn't experienced in years.
And for a few precious minutes, she forgot all about Adrian.
Forgot all about Vanessa.
Forgot all about pain.
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That evening, however, reality returned.
Adrian came home unexpectedly early.
Which was unusual.
Very unusual.
The moment Elena saw him, she sensed something was different.
His mood wasn't angry.
It wasn't cold.
It was... excited.
The realization startled her.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Adrian excited about anything.
He entered the dining room and poured himself a drink.
Then he looked directly at her.
"We need to talk."
Elena's stomach tightened.
Those words rarely led to anything good.
She slowly sat down across from him.
"What is it?"
A smile appeared on Adrian's face.
A real smile.
The sight felt almost foreign.
"I'm getting married."
The world stopped.
Elena blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Certain she had misunderstood.
"What?"
"I'm marrying Vanessa."
His smile widened.
"As soon as the divorce is finalized."
For several seconds, Elena couldn't speak.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
The words echoed through her mind.
I'm marrying Vanessa.
She had spent years imagining this moment.
Years fearing it.
Years dreading it.
Yet now that it was happening...
She felt strangely calm.
Almost numb.
Adrian leaned back in his chair.
As though expecting tears.
A breakdown.
An argument.
Instead, Elena simply looked at him.
Quietly.
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"You should be happy."
His words broke the silence.
Elena frowned.
"Happy?"
"Of course."
He laughed.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
She stared at him.
No.
It wasn't.
She had wanted him to love her.
She had wanted her marriage to work.
She had wanted the impossible.
But somehow...
Those dreams felt very far away now.
Almost like someone else's memories.
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Adrian continued speaking.
Completely unaware of the storm inside her.
"You'll be free."
His voice carried an odd sense of relief.
"As far as I'm concerned, this divorce will be the best thing that ever happened to you."
The irony was almost laughable.
Because for the first time in years...
Adrian might actually be right.
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That night, Elena sat alone in her bedroom.
The moonlight streamed through the windows.
Her hands rested over her stomach.
Her thoughts raced.
Divorce.
Freedom.
A new beginning.
The words felt unreal.
Then there was a soft knock on the door.
Mira.
The moment she entered, she knew something had happened.
"What is it?"
Elena looked up.
And for the first time in years...
She smiled.
A real smile.
Not forced.
Not painful.
Hopeful.
Mira froze.
"What happened?"
Elena laughed softly.
"Adrian wants a divorce."
For one second, Mira simply stared.
Then she nearly fell off the bed.
"WHAT?"
Elena laughed again.
A beautiful sound.
A sound Mira hadn't heard in years.
"He wants to marry Vanessa."
Mira blinked.
Then blinked again.
And suddenly she started laughing too.
Not because the situation was funny.
But because fate was finally opening a door that had been locked for years.
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Later that night, after Mira left, Elena stood before her bedroom mirror.
She stared at her reflection.
The woman looking back seemed different somehow.
Still wounded.
Still healing.
Still afraid.
But different.
Stronger.
For the first time, she allowed herself to imagine life after Adrian.
A small home.
A baby.
Mira nearby.
Peace.
Safety.
Love.
The future suddenly didn't seem impossible anymore.
And as she climbed into bed, one thought echoed through her mind:
Maybe this isn't the end of my story.
Maybe it's the beginning.
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