3. The Goodbye They Didn't Hear

Elena’s pov

I waited until morning. Until Damien came downstairs in his expensive suit, checking his phone, barely noticing me standing in the kitchen. I didn’t wait for him to.

"Damien, we need to talk."

He glanced at me. "Can it wait? I’ll be back soon. I have a breakfast meeting with…"

"No," I said firmly. "It can't wait."

Something in my tone made him look up. Really look at me, maybe for the first time in months.

I slid the papers across the kitchen counter.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Divorce papers."

For a moment, he just stared down at them. Then he laughed. Actually laughed out loud.

"You're joking."

"I'm not."

"Elena, come on. You're upset about last night. I get it, okay? And I'll make it up to you."

"You can't make up three years, Damien."

He picked up the papers, still smiling like this was amusing. "You're being dramatic. So I missed one anniversary dinner. That's not a reason for divorce."

"It's not about the dinner." I stared up at him. My voice was calm. Steady. "It's about you missing every dinner, every moment and every chance to see me at all."

"I have a career…"

"You have Victoria."

His face went cold. "Victoria is my business partner. You know that.”

"Victoria is the woman you wish you'd married."

"That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" I met his eyes. "When was the last time you touched me, Damien? When was the last time you asked about my day? When was the last time you looked at me the way you look at her?"

He didn't answer. He didn’t have to. Because we both knew the truth.

"Just sign the papers," I said quietly.

"You're being emotional. You're not thinking clearly." He set the papers down on the table. "Take a few days. Calm down. We'll talk about this rationally later."

"I am being rational. This marriage is over."

"No." His voice went hard. "You don't get to decide that. You think you can just walk away from me? Where will you go, Elena? What will you do? You have no money, no family, no job. You need me."

And there it was. What they all thought. What they'd always thought.

That I was nothing without him.

Margaret appeared in the doorway, already dressed for the day. She was just always around.

“What's all this noise?"

"Elena's having a tantrum," Damien said dismissively. "She wants a divorce."

Margaret laughed. "Oh, is she now? Poor pathetic Elena. Where would you possibly go?"

Jessica came out the corner, joining her mother. They both looked at me with matching smirks.

"Sign the papers, Damien," I repeated.

"No." He grabbed his briefcase. "When I come home tonight, I expect these papers to be gone and a real dinner waiting. Stop acting like a child."

Then he walked out. Just like that. Without sparing me another glance.

Margaret smiled at me. "Damien's right. You're not going anywhere. I don’t want you bringing shame to my son. Not now he just closed a major deal. Besides, you're not smart enough or strong enough to survive on your own."

"We'll see," I said quietly.

They didn't understand. None of them did. They thought I was trapped. They thought I needed them to survive.

They had no idea who I really was.

After they left, I went upstairs and packed a single bag, not much. Just essentials. Everything else in this house was from a life I didn't want anymore. A life I was leaving behind.

My phone rang. Adrian.

"Did you do it?" my brother asked.

"I asked for the divorce."

"And?"

"He laughed. Said I was bluffing."

Adrian's voice went cold. "He laughed?"

"They all did. They think I have nowhere to go."

"Come home, Elena. Please come home and let me destroy them."

I smiled. My brother is always ready to go to war for me.

"Not yet. I need to disappear first completely. Can you arrange it?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere they can't find me. I need time to remember who I am before I show them who I am."

"Consider it done." I could hear him typing already. "The private jet will be ready in two hours, penthouse in Paris, full security team, new phone and full blackout on your location."

"Thank you."

"Elena? We’ll make them pay for every tear you shed. Every single one."

"We will. But first, I need to heal."

I took one last look around the bedroom I'd shared with Damien. The bed we'd barely slept in together. The closet full of clothes I'd worn trying to be someone he'd notice. Someone he’d want.

I wasn't that girl anymore.

I left the house with my single bag. Got in my car, a modest sedan that was laughable compared to what I actually owned. Drove away from three years of being small.

My phone buzzed with messages from Caleb.

Caleb: Heard from Adrian, about time. Want me to punch him?

Caleb: Seriously, I will punch him.

Caleb: Elena, I'm here. Whatever you need.

Caleb Harding, NFL quarterback, business heir and my childhood best friend who'd been in love with me since we were teenagers.

The one I'd friend zoned because I was stupidly in love with Damien.

Me: Maybe save the punching for later.

Caleb: You're really doing this?

Me: I'm really doing this.

Caleb: Proud of you. Now come home and be who you were always meant to be.

At the airport, Adrian's private jet waited. The pilot greeted me by my real name, Elena Sterling, and for the first time in three years, I didn't correct him.

I was Elena Sterling, Heiress, CEO and daughter of one of the most powerful families in the country.

I'd forgotten that. Let myself forget it. All because of love.

Never again.

As the plane took off, I looked down at the city below. Somewhere down there, Damien was going about his day, thinking I'd be home tonight with dinner ready. Somewhere down there, Margaret was celebrating what she thought was another victory.

They had no idea.

No idea that the woman they'd dismissed, the woman they'd treated like garbage, was about to become their worst nightmare.

I closed my eyes and smiled.

Let them think I was gone. Let them think I was nothing.

They'd learn the truth soon enough.