Once everything was done, I dragged my suitcase to the door and walked out of the villa without looking back. That day happened to be the day my visa was ready. Finally, I could take my passport and leave this place that had brought me nothing but heartbreak. The clerk handed me my documents with a warm smile. "Miss Davies, congratulations. Have a pleasant journey!" "Thank you." As I looked down at the freshly issued visa, a strange calm settled over me. Before I left, I deleted every trace of myself. I canceled all my accounts and bought a one-way ticket. I remembered how Damien had held my hand so tightly eight years ago and said, "Estelle, you're mine. You'll be by my side for the rest of your life." 'Damien, you were wrong. 'There would be no place for you in my world for the rest of my life.' Back at the hospital, after coaxing Vivian into taking her medicine and falling asleep, Damien finally remembered me. He walked to the next room, only to find a nurse tidying up an empty bed. The bed where I had been lying was now stripped bare-cold and vacant. A flicker of unease swept through him. He stopped the nurse and asked sharply, "Where's the patient who was in this room?" The nurse gave him a strange look. "Are you her family? She was discharged early this morning." "What?" The unease in Damien's chest flared into panic. He pulled out his phone and tried calling me, but the screen flashed that the user was busy. When he tried to send me a message, it became painfully clear that I had blocked his number. He shot to his feet, his expression dark and terrifying. It was only then that he thought to call the villa's butler. "Where's Madam? Is she at home? Get her on the line. Now!" There was a pause as the butler moved away. When he returned, his voice was frantic. "Mr. Jones, Madam is gone. The maids said they saw her leave with a suitcase. She took a cab and left the villa!"