"Mason, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have brought up your parents." She pressed closer to him, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "If your sister had survived, maybe she could've walked our children to school together someday..."
I watched his gaze darken, sinking into that familiar abyss. Desperate, I grabbed the fabric of his trousers.
"Mason." My voice cracked. "You hate my entire family, don't you? Then take my life. Take it."
"Once I'm dead, your vendetta ends. That's all I'm asking—just let my parents and my child rest in peace."
Something snapped in him. He hauled me to my feet like a man possessed, forcing my face toward the sky where the fireworks still bloomed, one after another.
"Chloe." His breath was hot against my ear. "What your family owes me can never be repaid. Not in this lifetime. Not in a thousand."
"Don't think I can't see through you. You want to use death as an escape from your sins."
His grip tightened until my bones ached.
"I won't allow it. You'll live. You'll stay by my side and atone for every single day of your miserable existence. You'll drown in guilt until your last breath—and even that won't be enough."
He forced me to my knees, pinning my wrists behind my back. I had no choice but to watch each firework burst across the darkness.
"Your family will never find peace, Chloe. They don't deserve to. They weren't even human."
The last firework faded. The sky went dark.
So did the last flicker of hope inside me.
I looked up at him, tears and blood blurring my vision, and spoke slowly—each word a nail in our shared coffin.
"Your mother was innocent. But so was my father. So was my child."
"Mason... the knot between us will never come undone."
"As long as I'm alive, we'll both stay trapped in the past."
"Let me go." My voice broke. "Let yourself go."
The moment the words left my mouth, the cancer cells I'd been fighting surged through me like wildfire. Pain consumed every nerve. My vision blurred, consciousness slipping away like water through fingers.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the cramped storage room.
Sunlight streamed through the small window. I reached out, trying to catch it in my palm.
My hand closed on nothing.
The door creaked open. Mason stood in the doorway, exhaustion carved into every line of his face. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes when he saw me awake—something almost human.