Chapter5
999 Words
Claire's POV
As I walked out of the estate, my heart aching and my mind spinning with the weight of everything that had just happened, I barely noticed the cold air biting at my skin.
My thoughts were too loud, too overwhelming. Kyle’s betrayal, the family’s rejection, the pain in my ribs—it was all too much. I felt like I was drowning.
But just as I reached the gate, firm hands grabbed me from behind. A muffled scream escaped my lips as someone’s arm clamped over my mouth.
Panic shot through me, and I struggled, trying to twist free, but the grip was too strong. My vision blurred, and everything went dark.
When I came to, I blinked several times, trying to make sense of where I was. The coldness hit me first—a biting, unnatural chill that seemed to seep into my bones.
My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was her.
My fake sister.
She was standing above me, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "You thought you could just walk away after everything?" Her voice was cold, mocking. "That you could just steal my life and ruin everything?"
I tried to move, but I realized my hands were bound, and my body weak. I was lying on a rough, icy floor, and when I looked around, I saw that I was in some sort of cellar.
The walls were made of stone, and the air was damp and frigid. I could hear the faint dripping of water echoing off the walls.
My heart pounded in my chest as I turned my head to the side—and that’s when I saw him. Kyle.
He stood just a few feet away, watching with an expression that made my stomach turn. Cold. Distant. Unrecognizable.
"Kyle," I croaked, my throat dry and tight. I tried to push myself up, but my body felt heavy, weighed down by fear. "Please... help me."
He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch.
"You know I'm pregnant," I whispered, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, Kyle. For the sake of our unborn baby."
For a second, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, maybe—but then it was gone, replaced by that cold, unfeeling mask he had worn since I found him with her.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowing.
"The baby," he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, "is the problem."
I stared at him, the air leaving my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. The room felt like it was closing in on me.
"What?" I whispered, barely able to form the word.
Kyle stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets. "Claire," he said, his tone casual, almost conversational, as if we were discussing the weather, "you were never supposed to be part of this plan.
You were just… convenient. But the baby? The baby changes everything."
"No," I whimpered, tears blurring my vision.
"Please… Kyle, don’t do this. Don’t let her do this to me. We can figure this out—"
"Figure it out?" My substitute sister laughed, the sound echoing off the cellar walls.
"You don’t get it, do you? You came out of nowhere and tried to steal everything that was supposed to be mine.
My life, my family, my future. And now you think you can just walk away? That you can just exist in this world after ruining everything?"
She stepped closer, crouching down to meet my gaze, her eyes burning with hatred. "You’re nothing, Claire. Nothing but a mistake."
I shook my head, trying to fight back the tears, trying to push away the terror that gripped my heart. "I’m your sister," I choked out. "I didn’t know—"
"You’re not my sister," she spat, cutting me off. "You’re just a loose end. And I don’t leave loose ends."
I turned to Kyle again, my vision swimming with tears. "Kyle, please. I love you. We were supposed to be together. You said you loved me. How could you—"
His expression didn’t change, but his eyes flickered to my substitute sister, and he shrugged. "I did love you," he said simply. "But things change. This is bigger than you, Claire. It always was."
My heart shattered into a million pieces. The pain, the betrayal—it was suffocating. I couldn’t understand how the man I had loved, the man I had trusted, could be standing there, watching this happen to me.
I had been so blind.
I started to beg, my voice trembling. "Please. I’ll disappear. You’ll never hear from me again. Just let me go. Please… don’t do this."
But my substitute sister wasn’t listening. She stood up and stepped back, her lips curling into a cruel smile.
"You think you can come out of nowhere and steal my life?" she asked, her voice venomous. "You’re delusional."
She motioned toward Kyle, and he stepped forward, looking down at me one last time. There was no warmth in his eyes, no remorse. Just a cold calculation.
"You should’ve stayed away, Claire," he said softly.
And then, with a swift, brutal movement, my substitute sister shoved me. I felt myself falling backward, my body spinning in the air as I tumbled into the dark, cold abyss of the wine cellar below.
The last thing I heard before my back slammed against the unforgiving stone bottom was her voice, cold and unfeeling:
"Do everything you can to disappear quietly."
The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and a sharp pain shot through my body.
Darkness crept in around the edges of my vision, and I felt myself slipping away. The cold seeped into my bones, wrapping around me like a shroud.
As I lay there, gasping for breath, my mind clung to one final thought: my father had been right. I should’ve listened. I should’ve never married Kyle.
And now… now it was too late.
Everything went black.
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