#Chapter 198: Proof

Audrey & Edwin Audrey’s POV Edwin’s scent was both comforting and tormenting as I tossed and turned in bed that night. The sheets felt too tight, the blanket too heavy, the ceiling too low. No matter how hard I tried to sleep, it was useless. I was exhausted, but it didn’t matter. My mind wouldn’t shut off—it just kept replaying the past few days on loop. My mother in a hospital bed. Edwin packing my bag. My mate’s face disappearing in the rearview mirror. As the hours ticked by, moonlight streaming through the window and casting long shadows across the room, a plan began to form in my mind. I couldn’t stay here, hidden away like some dirty secret. If Edwin wouldn’t handle his father, then I would do it myself. Even if it meant Edwin breaking up with me for real, I would rather that than give up my autonomy. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent on the cold wooden floor. I began to pack a bag, stuffing clothes and essenti