The cold night air bit at my skin as I sprinted away from the chaos. The mansion loomed behind me, its grand facade now a cage of suffocating memories. My breath came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding not just from the physical exertion but from the weight of everything I'd just heard.
"A maid," Victoria's father had called me. A cheap fling. Every word was a dagger, but none cut as deep as the realization that Alex hadn't stopped them. He'd stood there, silent, as his father and Victoria tore me apart.
"Emma, wait!" Alex's voice echoed in the distance, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I reached the edge of the estate, the wrought iron gates standing tall and unyielding before me. I fumbled with the latch, my fingers trembling as hot tears blurred my vision.
"Emma!"