Chapter 9
Staring at my indifferent expression, Wade and Trevor finally sinking in: I was done with them.
For the first time, they seemed to understand how much they had lost. Wade slumped to the ground,
defeated. “Aurora, how did we end up like this? I swear, I only ever treated Freya as a sister.”
Trevor nodded in agreement. “That’s right. The only one we’ve ever loved is you.”
Their words only deepened the irony. They bullied the one they love unconditionally for the sake of their “sister“. Their love was cheap–worthless.
“Is there really no chance left?” Trevor asked, his voice trembling with desperation.
I shook my head and walked away without looking back.
In the days that followed, without my father’s investment, Luxway began to crumble. The business world is merciless; as soon as the cracks showed, other investors pulled out, leaving the company in
ruins.
Freya urged Wade and Trevor to focus on rebuilding. But to them, Luxway had no meaning without me. They let the company sink without a fight.
After the bankruptcy, Freya stayed, clinging to the hope that Wade and Trevor might rise again. But
they have no will to fight, just stay at home fixated on remnants of the past we spent together. Freya was reduced to playing housekeeper, tending to two broken men.
Eventually, her patience wore thin. Hatred for her new reality took root. One day, she snapped.
“You’re both pathetic! Living off me like parasites! I can’t believe I wasted my time on you two.”
She sold the house secretly and threw them out, sneering as they begged her to reconsider. “You guys are nothing but dead weight.”
Wade and Trevor didn’t argue. They simply laughed–a hollow, bitter sound that quickly turned to
tears. “She’s right. We are useless. Aurora was the one holding us together all along.”
“If we could go back,” Trevor whispered, “we’d never treat her that way again.”
They drifted into obscurity, reduced to vagrants. Without purpose or hope, they wandered the streets, their unkempt hair and scraggly beards a far cry from their once–proud appearances.
Freya, meanwhile, redirected her hatred toward me. In her twisted mind, it was all my fault. “Why
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does she get to be the perfect, untouchable heiress?” she raged. “I took everything from her, but I still have nothing!”
Her resentment boiled over one evening. As I left work, I heard someone shouting my name. I turned just in time to see Freya’s car hurtling toward me.
Before I could react, two figures stepped in front of me.
Wade and Trevor.
The impact flung them far down the road, leaving them motionless in pools of blood. The scene was as horrific as it was surreal. Their pact-“If we betray you, let us be struck down by a car“-had come true in the most literal, tragic way.
The crimson spread across the pavement, the sirens wailed, and the police hauled Freya away. I stood frozen, unable to process the loss of the boys I had once loved.
In the end, the two young men I remembered–the ones I had trusted with my heart–were gone
forever.
