Chapter 12
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I was taken to the hospital.
After a series of tests, I was diagnosed with acute inhalation injuries and second-degree burns.
I had to be admitted for observation.
In my private room, Ryan was peeling an apple, his expression still dark and stormy.
"Come on, Ryan, don't be angry. I'm okay now, aren't I?"
I offered a weak smile.
He put down the fruit knife and looked at me, his eyes filled with a painful mixture of love and guilt.
"This is my fault. I knew from the start that Jason was an ungrateful snake. I should have forced you to break up with him."
"It's not your fault,"
I said, shaking my head.
"I was the one who was blind."
Ryan sighed.
"The police have already interrogated them. They've also run a background check on Chloe. She comes from a working-class family, but she has a history of intense jealousy and has even been disciplined for bullying in school. It seems she and Jason have been carrying on for a while. This was likely her big move to get you out of the picture for good."
He paused.
"More importantly, they found evidence on her phone that she had been planning to 'teach you a lesson' for some time. She insists it was all just a prank, but legally, it constitutes premeditation for assault."
A chill went down my spine.
So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.
It was planned.
"That car..."
I asked quietly.
"My lawyers are on it. Jason is facing not only serious criminal charges but also massive civil damages."
Ryan's voice was calm, but his tone was absolute.
"That company you helped him build? I'm going to make sure he loses every last penny."
I knew then that Jason was finished.
Jason and Chloe were formally charged with attempted murder.
The full weight of the law was coming down on them.
The fallout was catastrophic for Jason's family.
With its CEO arrested and facing a full-scale commercial assault from my family's corporation, his company's funding dried up overnight.
It filed for bankruptcy.
His parents, however, didn't give up.
They gathered every aunt and uncle from their hometown and stormed the hospital.
They blocked the door to my room, wailing and screaming, calling me a heartless monster who had ruined their son's life.
They tried to force their way in, to use moral blackmail to get me to sign a letter of forgiveness.
But I wasn't their victim anymore.
I had Ryan's private security guards block them, and then I personally called the police.
As the officers arrived and arrested the lot of them for trespassing and disturbing the peace, I watched through the window of my room.
I saw Jason's mother, her face twisted in a silent curse, and I felt nothing at all.
The day I was discharged, the sun was shining.
Ryan came to pick me up.
He watched as I took a large trash bag and threw away every last thing that reminded me of Jason.
"Ready to move on?"
he asked.
I nodded.
I lifted my face to the warm sunlight and took a deep, cleansing breath of fresh air.
"Ryan, I want to go somewhere."
We didn't go home.
We drove to the coast.
I stood on the cliffs, watching the endless expanse of the ocean.
The sea breeze whipped through my hair, carrying with it the last vestiges of my pain.
Yes, I had loved the wrong man.
I had wasted years of my life.
But through it, I learned the depths of human cruelty, and I learned how to protect myself.
My life would not be defined by one worthless man.
My phone rang.
It was my lawyer, informing me that the verdict was in.
Jason was sentenced to fifteen years.
Chloe got twelve.
I hung up calmly and put the phone back in my pocket.
Ryan handed me a cup of hot chocolate.
"What are you thinking about?"
I smiled and looked out at the horizon, where the sea met the sky in a seamless, brilliant blue.
"I'm thinking that Thanksgiving is over,"I said.
"But my new life is just beginning."
One Year Later.
My family's estate was aglow with lights, filled with the warmth of the holiday.
I sat under the sweet-smelling osmanthus tree in the garden, dressed in a long, flowing dress, sharing mooncakes and admiring the full moon with my parents and Ryan.
It was a tradition we'd adopted after that fateful Thanksgiving.
"Emma, try this one. It's your favorite, lotus seed with egg yolk,"
my mother said, placing a piece on my plate.
"Thanks, Mom,"I said with a smile.
Ryan sat across from me, expertly dismantling a crab and handing me the shell, piled high with rich, orange roe.
"Here. You need it."
I looked at him and pretended to scowl.
"Ryan, if you keep feeding me like this, no one will ever marry me."
"I'd like to see them try not to,"he scoffed.
"My sister is a catch. Any man would be lucky to have you."
We all laughed together.
I looked up at the perfect, silver moon hanging in the deep indigo sky.
Its light washed over me like a gentle blessing.
I knew that the people who had hurt me were paying for their crimes behind cold, stone walls.
And I... I had walked out of the darkness and into the light, becoming the person I was always meant to be.
In this world, there is nothing more comforting, more powerful, than relying on yourself.
(The End)
