Suddenly, memories flooded back. Whenever we were in bed, he’d always kiss me gently, whispering my name over and over.
It seemed like I was just his hidden woman—the scapegoat he used to protect his true love.
I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. But as I laughed, my tears fell again.
I wiped them, telling myself not to cry for someone unworthy. But my heart betrayed me, tearing with pain so intense it felt like I might shatter into pieces.
I opened our chat window. The last message was from Ethan before he left for work.
[I left warm milk on the table. Drink it and get some rest. I’ll be working late tonight. Not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll hurry and finish up so I can be there to warm your bed.]
It was accompanied by a selfie of him making a heart gesture, both silly and full of affection.
In the past, I’d been so blinded, believing his love for me was unwavering. Now I realized it was all a lie. I was just the sacrifice for their love affair.
I collapsed, shaking with despair. My hand trembled as I made a call.
An impersonal voice came from the other end. “Confirming your Vanishing Package?”
I choked back a sob and said yes.
The agent continued, “This package helps you remove your identity, cut off your ties, and ensure you can live freely wherever you want. No one will be able to trace you.”
My thumb hovered over Ethan’s contact as I decided to test him one last time.
[Ethan, I miss you. Can you come home now?]
His reply blinked instantly. [Honey, I’m busy right now. Can you wait a little bit?]
He was lying to me just to stay with that woman a little longer. The truth was the last straw that broke the camel.
I confirmed my request and went on to sign contracts and pay bills.
The agent’s keyboard clattered. “Ms. Melton, your request has been processed. Within three days, we will erase your identity and cover your tracks. After that, you’ll board our ship and sail away to a new world.”
