Chapter 12 

The moment my eyesight was restored, I realized one thing: 

The only person you can truly rely on to protect yourself is your 

So I took up Brazilian jiu jitsu- 

From then on, I didn’t need anyone else to protect me. 

Grayson stood frozen, stunned by how quickly I had taken control. 

while, Lillian, sprawled on the ground, glared at me with venomous hatred. 

Grayson stormed over to her, his expression dark, and without warning, slapped her hard across the face. 

“You wretched woman! How dare you try to hurt Vivian? I’ll make you pay for this 

Lillian stared at him in disbelief, her voice rising. 

“You hit me? For her?” 

“When you were in that woman’s bed with me, you didn’t act like this!” she spat 

“When you tore my clothes off you weren’t this righteous!” 

Her words spilled out like poison, exposing every sardid detail. 

Grayson’s face twisted with rage, and he struck her again 

shut up!” 

He turned to me, his eyes searching for something, maybe remorse or understanding. 

But I met his gaze with calm indifference. 

“Are you done?! I asked flatly. “Denying it won’t change anything. I’ve known about all of it for a long time.“” 

With that, I called the police and walked back to the medical station, leaving Grayson standing there, watching my retreating figure with a mix of regret and helplessness. 

In the end, Lillian was arrested and charged with attempted murder. 

That slap from Grayson must have jolted something losse in her mind, because she confessed everything. 

She revealed how Grayson had drugged her and forcility terminated her pregnancy, killing the unborn child without her consent, 

Her confession led to a police investigation, and Grayson was also arrested. 

Theard that in prison, Grayson spent his days sitting quietly, clutching the photo he’d salvaged from the trash. 

But even that didn’t last. 

One day, another inmate one of the prison bullies–snatched the photo and burned it right in front of him. 

Not long after, news came that Grayson had taken his own life. 

The story of our seven–year relationship ended like that. 

In a way, both of us lost. 

precious years of my youth 

He lost the kind and upright man he once was, turning into someone desperate and unscrupulous. 

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Live, a Hollow Promise 

Chapter 12 

But I was fortunate- still had so much to protect, so much to fight for 

In the years that followed my skills as a 

is a physician grew 

I transitioned from psychology to surgery, picking up the scalpel again and saving countless lives. 

During my three years in medical aid, I gained far more than 1 could have imagined. 

I received national awards, hanners of gratitude from patients, and the satisfaction of knowing my work truly mattered 

Now, I dedicate myself fully to medicine, to healing, and to moving forward with purpose. 

No regrets, no looking back–just the unwavering pursuit of saving lives. 

L