I stand slowly, my legs wobbling beneath me as I grip the side of the wheelchair for support. The leather is warm from his body, sticky beneath my palm. I brace myself, steadying my breath as I lean down—face to face with the monster who once haunted my every waking moment.
A wicked smile pulls at my lips.
"I'm finally free of you, bastard," I whisper coldly. “And the best part? I didn’t even have to lift a damn finger to make you pay.”
His eyes glisten—wide, sunken, filled with raw, unfiltered fear. His face trembles like that of a coward who’s run out of places to hide.
“I almost felt guilty, you know?” I scoff, blinking back the tears threatening to fall. “Because of Mom. Every time I looked at her and saw how she still pitied you, even after everything you did to us… after every sc
