Erasing the Woman He Promised Forever

Meyers, my neural interface to save his

r woman, Jaylah Ryan. Together, they're publicly erasing me, maki

e down. I cried and beg

claimed I was the s

n drowned me in the cold lake behind our house,

body for him, and he repaid m

n this house, just days bef

ill not cry. I

plan, and I will walk away b

pte

hum star

ntom ringing in

ve years ago, she'd given up her neural interface, the g

el of her palm against her ea

work. It

nstant reminder

a direct neural transplant could save him. It was a reminder

life. A fair trade,

ot her phone. The one he'd given her,

from his

presence in the main stud

an. His n

s fingers

ived in this house for five years, first as his fiancée, then a

e he'd made when he first wo

orever, Elizebeth.

was ash i

ical. She pulled on a simple gray dress. Plain. Unobtrus

, its mahogany doors slightly ajar. Laughter s

her hand hovering

hear the

about the invitations? I think

r you." His voice was a low murmur, laced w

's breath

ncement of their engagement. Th

in this exact spot. She'd heard these exact words and her world had sh

t her with cold

h wound. "I am your benefactor! Our engagement was a mistake. A psychic

reed. He wanted the Ryan family's corpo

ouldn't cry. She

e, she h

ed the d

ssive desk, a portrait of power. Jaylah was perched on the edge, her red d

. His tone was flat, im

e," she replied,

ad to toe. A small, smug smile played on her lips. She

arty," Jaylah said, her voice sweet as poison. "We ju

ear. She wouldn't be l

nitus in her ear spiked. She focused

er, a flicker of something unreadable in

trying to decipher his expressions. Now, sh

th said, forcing a casual tone. "I've been looking

had prepared. The

oftly. "Art hist

sh start." He was encouraging her to leave. Making it

n materials together," she said, her eyes

me you need," he

r back straight. She didn't let herself falter until sh

the floor, her

one she had bought with her own money. She

sity - Tisch Sc

atulations on

hope in her past life, a last-di

it was her

ance and scrolled down

artment Viewing

nt for the 15th. The landlord is eager to

embled as she

ed. I'll be th

hit

. An irreve

he was pushing her out. But b

in this life. She would no

less like a phantom an