I realized they were talking about my sister’s ashes. With all my remaining strength, I grabbed one of the men by the pant leg.
I begged in a trembling voice, “Please… don’t throw them away… I’ll give you anything you want, just please don’t…”
The bodyguard kicked my hand off impatiently and said coldly, “We know what’s worth keeping and what’s just garbage.”
“Madam, these are Mr. Flynn’s orders—we can’t disobey.”
With that, he picked up the bits of clay and walked toward the bathroom.
I forced myself up despite the pain and struggled toward the bathroom. One of the bodyguards kicked me hard in the stomach and said with a mocking tone, “Sorry, you’ll have to wait until he’s done.”
I collapsed to the ground in despair and fainted from grief.
When I woke up, I rushed to the bathroom, but it had already been cleaned.
I leaned over the toilet, my stomach twisting from sadness.
I gagged and retched for over ten minutes before the truth hit me — I hadn’t even managed to protect the last shred of my sister’s dignity.
Numbly, I stood up and packed everything that Natalie had kicked over yesterday into my suitcase.
On the way to the airport, I saw Natalie’s new post on social media.
It was a photo of Zayn, dressed in a custom-made suit, kneeling devoutly before a Jesus statue.
The caption read: “Every princess has her own knight. I’m no exception.”
A moment later, I saw a familiar profile among the likes.
I let out a cold laugh. Zayn had never once liked any of my posts—he always said social media was childish and meaningless.
But for Natalie, he could post and even click “like.”
So it was true—someone who never even offered you a piece of candy was never really yours.
I opened our chat and sent him a message. [Your birthday is in three days. I’ve got a surprise for you. I hope you’ll like it.]
He replied quickly, [The best gift you can give me is to help Natalie test the medicine properly.]
I couldn’t help but sneer. I knew what he really meant beneath those words— “That’s all you’re good for now.”
To keep the last bit of dignity I had, I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it in half and threw it out the car window.
That was my farewell— to the past and to the version of myself who had spent seven years walking on eggshells.
Since Zayn loved Natalie so deeply, then I would let go and help them have their happy ending.
