I let the phone slip from my fingers, my body sinking into the hospital bed as laughter bubbled up from my chest—wet and broken, streaked with silent tears.

For a long time, I simply lay there.

Then, with a steady hand, I wiped my face dry and pulled up a contact I hadn't spoken to in years.

Taking a deep breath, I sent a single message.

[Professor, is it still possible for me to join the confidential overseas software research project?]

The response came instantly.

[Of course. I’ve always admired both your skill and your character. I know the rumors online are nothing but slander, so don’t let them bother you. However, this project is classified, the timeline is uncertain, and your identity must remain confidential. You should discuss this with your family.]

[No need. Please help me erase my identity.]

There was a brief pause.

Then, as if my professor had understood everything, he sent a single reply.

[Okay.]

"Erase your identity?"

The voice came from the doorway.

Clara stood there, her face clouded with unease.

I met her gaze without a flicker of emotion and said, "My ID is expiring. I need to renew it."

She exhaled in relief, stepping forward with a bowl of porridge. "Your body isn’t healed yet. If you need anything, just tell me. We’re family—you don’t have to worry about troubling me."

Family?

Not for much longer.

Behind her, Wyatt stirred awake, his expression hesitant.

"Jayce, the wedding is soon... You’re still not fully recovered, so about the best man position—"

"Let Henry take my place," I flatly muttered.

I already knew what he was going to say. Their chat history had laid it all out.

They had long since commissioned a world-renowned designer to tailor a custom-made, multi-billion-dollar suit for Henry—along with a matching luxury watch and diamond-studded cufflinks. His best man’s attire was even grander than the groom’s.

And yet, Wyatt had been more than willing to let himself be overshadowed.

The moment I spoke, their faces lit up.

Clara beamed with satisfaction. "Jayce, you’ve really grown more sensible."

Wyatt patted his chest and swore, "Jayce, even if you can’t be my best man, you will always be the best brother in my heart—my one and only true friend."

Those promises were fake. The oaths were fake.

Only lies and betrayals were real.

I didn’t bother responding. I closed my eyes.

This family—I didn’t want it anymore.

And that included them.

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