“Since you’re in such a hurry to die, why don’t you just stab yourself and end it? Why go to the trouble of jumping off a building and causing a scene?” A man’s voice rang out. It was filled with contempt.

“I wanted to stab—” Suddenly, Sage Joyner found that something was wrong with what Ian Holcomb had said. When had she jumped off a building?

“You’re finally awake, Mrs. Holcomb.” The housekeeper, Wanda May, came over with a glass of water and some pills. “Does your head hurt? The doctor said you have minor symptoms of a concussion and prescribed some medication for you. Do you want to take it now?”

Sage didn’t answer. She found that she was lying on a bed in a spacious bedroom. From the furnishings, it seemed to be the master bedroom at the Holcomb residence.

She hadn’t seen the inside of this place since being sent to a mental institution two years ago. Could Ian have suddenly brought her home?

No, something was wrong.

the heart. Even if she’d made

on her chest! Instead, her head and wrist had been wrapped

at her, taking in her expression as it morphed from suffering to shock. His patience ran out. “Find yourself a taller place

out

couldn’t be bothered about him. She continued to check the rest of her body. After spending two years at the mental institution, she’d become gaunt and haggard. But now, her skin was flawless,

the wounds and bruises the carers and patients at the mental institution had

words and tried to

urgently. She was still reeling

Holcomb celebrating her birthday for

have time to explain despite knowing Wanda had misunderstood her. She quickly glanced around and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. The date was

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