Ella turned on her heel. Her steps were sharp, heels clacking like gunshots on cold marble as she stormed down the hallway.
Behind her, Leon's hoarse voice cracked the silence.
"Ella—wait!"
She didn't.
Not this time.
Not after watching him choke on pieces of the past that had nearly broken her.
Leon scrambled to his feet, stumbling forward. He didn't care that he was barefoot, or that hospital staff stared in stunned silence.
He just knew—if she left now…
He'd lose her.
Again.
Ella's vision blurred. Not from tears, but rage.
Rage at the twisted irony of it all.
He forgot.
She never could.
And now he wanted her to be his salvation?
No.
She had barely pieced herself together after him.
She wouldn't be the glue to hold his broken memories.
She wasn't his second chance.
Not anymore.
But she had become the eclipse—
Dark, cold, untouchable.
He fell to his knees again, right at the exit.
Right in front of her.
People gasped. Phones raised. Cameras clicked.
But he didn't care.
"Don't leave," he whispered. "I remember it now. The blood. Your screams. The way I called it love when it was a cage—"
"I was a monster."
Ella's hand gripped the door handle.
And for one second—just one—she turned.
Her voice was like glass.
"Then stay where monsters belong."
She stepped out, leaving him kneeling in front of flashing cameras, surrounded by silence, drowning in regret.
And the world finally saw—
The billionaire who once controlled everything…
Now begging in the street for the only woman who ever walked away.