Chapter 64 Miss Me, Bambina?

Elena’s Point Of View I sat cross-legged on the bed, the duvet a mess beneath me, papers scattered across the sheets like a storm I hadn’t yet cleaned up. Folders stacked half-open, receipts folded into worn envelopes, property documents with my name scrawled on the edges, everything I’d quietly collected, piece by piece, in preparation for this moment. Escape. The word sat in my chest like both a curse and a promise. I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slow, steady, the way someone does when they’re trying not to drown. My marriage to Graham wasn’t just a chapter I could slam shut, it was a prison with locks on every corner, a maze designed to keep me trapped. But I was done. Done with the bullshit, the cutting insults he threw at me like knives, the humiliations he enjoyed watching me squirm under, the way he made me feel small even in my own house. I was done being a slave to my fears. But done didn’t mean careless. Done meant calculated. I leaned forward, pulling another fol