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My heart has no moonlight

On her twenty-fifth birthday, Nicole received two “gifts.” The first was Gregory—the man she had desperately pursued for five years—finally agreeing to become engaged to her. The second was the meticulously planned, premeditated assault he had orchestrated. She hadn’t known. Not until she tried to push open the door and found him, covered in fresh wounds, while those bloody truths stabbed into her already battered heart like a serrated blade. “Greg, that was brilliant!” “Not only did you teach that bitch a lesson for Judith, but now Nicole will be even more devoted to you!” “Yeah, she’s probably still swooning over her knight in shining armor! Hahaha!” The chorus of mocking laughter seemed to drill straight into Nicole’s skull. She bit down hard on her lip, fighting to keep silent, her hands and feet turning to ice. “Tch, serves her right. Who told her to run and leave Judith behind when they were attacked seven years ago?” “Exactly! A selfish, vicious woman like her deserves whatever she gets.” Gregory’s eyes darkened. “Judith saved my life back then. Anyone who hurts her will pay tenfold.” Nicole’s heart was being sliced to ribbons, then ground with salt, as she remembered his gentle, reassuring words just moments before he found her. “Don’t be scared, Nicole. I’m here.” So even that tenderness could be faked. His acting was truly impeccable. “Greg, aren’t you… worried you might be punishing the wrong person?” Someone voiced a hesitant doubt. “The panic on Nicole’s face looked real…” “What, you believe her nonsense? That *she* was the one who saved me?” Gregory let out a cold snort. “Do you think someone who’s terrified of water would ever jump in to save anyone?” Besides, when he’d opened his eyes, the first person he saw was Judith. How could it possibly be wrong? Hearing this, the girl managed a bitter smile. The tears she’d been holding back could no longer be contained, falling in heavy, silent drops. The man she loved most was the architect of her nightmare. He, too, thought she deserved it. But back then, it was Judith who had pushed her forward, telling her to run for help. As the attackers closed in, Judith had shoved her ahead. “You go first! I’ll hold them off!” “Go get the police! I’ll wait for you!”
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Chapter 4

Nicole nearly collided with Gregory in the hallway, a cardboard box in her arms.

“Where are you going?”

Meeting his searching gaze, she answered evenly, “Just taking out the trash.”

Gregory didn’t press further. Turning away, he headed upstairs, a steaming mug of honey-lemon tea in hand.

Watching him go, Nicole lowered her head with a soft, bitter laugh. She tossed the box into the bin and went straight to the hospital.

“Mom, I’m here.”

In the quiet hospital room, Nicole took her adoptive mother’s frail hand. Her heart ached so fiercely the tears nearly spilled over.

Seven years. Judith hadn’t visited once.

“Mom… don’t you resent her at all?”

Her mother offered a weak smile. “What mother resents her own child? Knowing she’s well is enough. Even if she never comes.”

“But your illness—” Nicole’s voice caught, the rest of the words stuck in her throat.

“Having you remember me makes me happy enough.” Her mother patted Nicole’s hand gently. “Nicole, promise me you’ll live a good life, okay?”

Nicole nodded desperately, tears splashing onto her mother’s thin hand.

And that tender moment was exactly what someone chose to capture.

Later, her phone rang. Her father.

“You ungrateful girl! Get your ass home now!”

A cold dread settled in her stomach.

That dread turned to lead the moment she stepped inside and saw Judith in the midst of a hysterical meltdown.

“Dad, Mom, just let me go! I don’t belong here—not really!” Judith sobbed, clutching a suitcase, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Don’t stop me, please… My sister already arranged everything with my birth mother to send me back…”

Before Nicole could even speak, her mother shoved several photos into her face.

“Look what you’ve done!”

Helpless frustration washed over her. “I was just visiting my sick mother. I didn’t—”

“And this?” Gregory hit play on a voice recorder. A voice eerily like Nicole’s filtered out:

“Mom, don’t you want her to come back?”

“She’ll always be your family’s daughter.”

Too exhausted to explain, Nicole recognized the clumsy AI mimicry—Judith’s handiwork. Yet someone was all too willing to believe it.

“Nicole, is there truly no room in your heart for your sister?” her mother cried, pulling Judith into a protective embrace. “She’s suffered so much because of you! Don’t you feel any guilt at all?! How did I raise such a cruel daughter?!”

Gregory stepped forward, his hand closing around Nicole’s throat. The warmth she once knew in his eyes was gone, replaced by pure malice. “Someone! Lock her in the basement! She stays there until she understands what she’s done!”

Nicole closed her eyes and gave up.

“I warned you not to lay a finger on Judith.” He shoved her into the engulfing darkness, his face an emotionless mask. “Nicole, I despise disobedience.”

The heavy door slammed shut, plunging everything into black. No matter how hard she pounded on the metal, no one answered.

Then, her phone rang. The hospital.

“Miss Nicole… I’m afraid we have instructions not to treat your mother.”

“What?!”

The world dropped out from under her. Her mother was critical. Without care, she would die.

The doctor’s voice fell to a whisper. “Administration says we can’t accept her. She’s been flagged system-wide across the city. I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do…”

“You can’t do this! She’s dying! She’ll die!” But her pleas met only silence. The line went dead.

“Gregory!! Let me out!!” Panic clawed at her throat, tears streaming down her face. “Please, let me out…”

The only reply was the faint, skittering sound of rodent feet in the dark beside her.

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