Chapter 41

Jane sat in the dimly lit living room of her apartment, the shadows cast by the storm outside stretching long and distorted across the walls. The room, once a reflection of her successful and controlled life, had now become a chaotic mess—echoing the tumult in her mind. The polished surfaces and neatly arranged furniture seemed to mock her, a cruel reminder of the life she once had, now slipping through her fingers.

She had tried everything to regain control: manipulation, deceit, and leveraging every bit of power she had. But Mia remained steadfast by Scot’s side, and each passing day made Jane’s attempts feel more futile. The bitterness in her heart had festered, and her once confident demeanor was now overshadowed by desperation.

Jane reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a number she hadn’t used in years. The sound of the ringing seemed to reverberate in the silence of the room, each second stretching out as she waited for the call to be answered.

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