Gone With His Treacherous Love

Corinna POV:

My phone began to vibrate violently, a frantic buzzing against my palm. The screen flashed, Graham's name a beacon of his desperation, his control. He was calling. Again. And again.

I stared at it for a long moment, watching his name dance across the display. He wouldn't catch me. He wouldn't own me. Not anymore. With a deliberate movement, I pressed the power button. The screen went dark. Total silence.

It was over. The past was a foreign country, and I was leaving it behind.

The car continued its journey, speeding away from the city that had once been my home, the city that had crumbled around me. Familiar buildings flashed past, landmarks of a life I no longer claimed. That towering skyscraper where Graham had his office, the restaurant where he proposed, the park where we used to walk on Sunday mornings. Every corner held a memory, a ghost of a dream. He had built his empire here, and I had helped him. Now, this city was his prison, and I was escaping.

I felt a strange sense of detachment, as if I were watching a movie of someone else's life. Corinna Cross, the political strategist, the devoted fiancée, the senator' s daughter-she was dead. She had died in that garden, under the drone lights, listening to her sister claim her life. And this new woman, this empty vessel, was ready to begin.

I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone. With a practiced ease, I popped out the SIM card. It was a useless piece of plastic, but it was the last tether to my old identity. I opened the window a crack, and with a flick of my wrist, I tossed it out. It disappeared into the rushing wind, swallowed by the darkness. Gone.

Graham POV:

My hands trembled, the phone a dead weight. She was gone. She was actually gone. My mind replayed the scene at the chapel, her face, devoid of emotion, her eyes, utterly empty. And then, the deliberate turn of her head. A rejection so absolute, it felt like a physical blow.

I rushed back into the chapel, pushing past the confused staff, past Hollie, who was still standing there, tears streaming down her face. "She was here! Corinna was here! I saw her!" I yelled, my voice raw, desperate.

I ran to the spot where her car had been, but it was gone. The street was empty, the rain still falling, washing away any trace of her. She had vanished. Like smoke.

Hollie stumbled after me, her voice a reedy whine. "Graham, darling, what's wrong? Why are you so upset? Who was that?"

I ignored her, my gaze fixed on the empty street. Corinna. My chest felt tight, a band of steel squeezing the air from my lungs. She was supposed to be at home, waiting for me. Why was she here? What had she seen?

Her eyes. They were dead. Empty. Like I no longer existed for her. A cold dread seeped into my bones. Control. I was losing control. The world was tilting on its axis.

Fear. Raw, primal fear, gripped me. I had always been in control, always had a plan. But Corinna… Corinna was the one variable I couldn' t predict, couldn' t manage. She was the one thing I couldn' t lose.

"Graham?" Hollie's hand touched my arm, her touch tentative. "Are you alright? You look… distressed. Why don't we go back to the guesthouse? We can talk about our baby…" Her voice was soft, laced with false concern, tainted by her triumph.

I recoiled, my skin crawling at her touch. "Don't touch me," I snarled, my voice a low growl. My eyes, still searching the empty street for a phantom car, narrowed. Hollie. My little canary. She had done this. Her selfish ambition, her reckless abandon. She had driven Corinna away.

I remembered Corinna's subtle questions, her pale face, her quiet demeanor these past few days. I had dismissed it, attributing it to her grief for her father, her natural sensitivity. I had been so arrogant, so blind. So focused on my own desires, my own games. I thought she was weak. I thought she was easily managed. She was anything but.

My phone buzzed again. Another text. It was Hollie. An earlier one, I realized, her triumphant messages from this morning.

"It's a boy, Corinna. Graham is so happy. He's making everything official. Finally, I'll be the one by his side."

"You really should just pack up and leave quietly. It'll be easier for everyone. Especially for you."

The words, read now, after seeing Corinna's empty eyes, after feeling her absolute rejection, struck me with the force of a physical blow. A volcanic rage erupted within me, hot and blinding. Hollie hadn't just seduced me. She had plotted. She had schemed. She had actively driven Corinna away, believing she could take her place.

The phone shattered in my hand, the screen cracking into a spiderweb of broken glass. My knuckles were white, my body trembling with suppressed violence. I had lost her. The one woman who truly understood me, who stood by me, who was my equal. I had pushed her away for a childish fling, a fleeting moment of selfish desire.

Corinna. My Corinna. My brilliant, loyal, formidable Corinna. She was gone. And it was all my fault. Hollie. She would pay. Everyone involved would pay. But first, I had to find Corinna. I had to get her back. My everything.