Elena’s POV
I stood still as the maids packed up all my things, clothes, shoes, every single item that belonged to me. I didn’t speak. I just kept looking toward the door, hoping Ethan would walk in and say it was all a joke. But he didn’t.
When I asked him if he really wanted me to leave, all he said was,
“You’ve always wanted this. I can’t keep you here against your will.”
I didn’t know why those words hurt so much. I didn’t know why I felt this sad. A few days ago, I wanted nothing more than to run from this place. I escaped, and now I was being handed my freedom on a silver platter, and somehow, it felt like a loss.
Outside, Lucas was already waiting for me with a smile. My luggage was placed neatly inside the car. I got in without a word.
This was it.
*****
The next day, I wok
