No More Tears, No More Fears

For two agonizing years, I had been nothing more than an object for Louis to vent his insatiable lust. The realization was a slow burn, creeping up on me until it was impossible to ignore. Now, Louis was getting engaged, but he still kept me in his clutches, refusing to let me go.

My mother had a miscarriage because of the stress and heartache caused by my entanglement with him. That was when I knew I had to walk away. Louis had forgotten our agreement and it was time for me to let go.

As I turned to leave, resolute in my decision, Louis knelt before me, his hand gripping mine with a desperation that belied his usual arrogance. "Don't go," he pleaded, his voice breaking in a way that made my heart ache despite everything.