For twelve years, Ella had kept the necklace Adrian gave her when he nearly drowned close to her skin—it was her sole source of faith. But after they married, he pushed her away time and again, and after the car accident, he protected only Penelope, the fake heiress. From the observation room, she watched through the cold one-way glass as he held her rival tightly throughout the entire ordeal, refusing to show even a shred of compassion. Her heart as dead as ashes, she trembled as she signed the liver donation consent form, her tears smudging the ink, and murmured that despairing “I’m sure.” This living dissection, tacitly approved by him, had become the funeral rehearsal she had so meticulously planned.
When Adrian dug up the empty grave and combed through the surveillance footage to see her humble waiting and silent compromise, this once-invincible man in power finally lost his mind—but alas, that “wren” who had once trembled in his shadow had long since broken free from its cage and would never look back.
