Adrian rushed home with the last shred of hope he had left.
But the moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Every trace of me was gone.
Adrian panicked.
The puppet he had controlled for four years had quietly cut the strings and walked away.
And for the one who had always held the strings, losing control was far more painful than the puppet escaping.
He collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his eyes falling on the neatly arranged items placed on top of it.
His breathing stopped.
I had left behind all the "gifts" he had given her over the past two years.
The revealing lingerie, the sheer dresses, and the toys he had once used to humiliate me and force me into whatever positions he wanted were all laid out before him.
They sat there like a cruel reminder of everything he had done, mockin
