The hospital corridor was sterile and white, smelling of antiseptic and floor wax. Elayne sat on a hard plastic bench. A police officer stood next to her, his hand resting casually on his belt near the handcuffs that were currently looped through her purse strap.
The door to the private suite opened. A doctor stepped out.
"They're both fine," the doctor said, his eyes flicking nervously towards Theodore. "Just shock and some bruising. The fetus is unharmed."
Theodore let out a long breath, leaning against the wall. He nodded to the doctor, then turned his head slowly to look at Elayne.
He didn't come over. He signaled to a man in a gray suit-the family lawyer, Mr. Henderson.
Henderson walked over to the bench, carrying a thick leather folder. The police officer, recognizing the hierarchy of power, took a few steps back to give them privacy.
"Here are the options, Mrs. Maynard," Henderson said. His voice was dry, devoid of emotion.
He opened the folder.
"Option A: The family hands over the witness statements from Judith, Conrad, and the security team, stating you chased your sister-in-law down with intent. With the 'pregnancy' factor, the District Attorney will push for attempted vehicular manslaughter. You're looking at ten to fifteen years in prison."
Elayne felt bile rise in her throat. "It's a lie. Conrad destroyed the evidence," her furious gaze told him.
"Which cannot be proven," Henderson said smoothly. "Option B."
He slid a document onto her lap. The title read: Irrevocable Dissolution of Marital Ties and Asset Forfeiture.
"You sign this. You agree that the accident was a result of... mental distress. You waive your right to any spousal support, stocks, or future inheritance. You legally drop the name 'Maynard'. In exchange, the family declines to press charges. You walk away free."
"Free?" Elayne thought, a broken, jagged laugh trapped in her chest. "Penniless and homeless?"
"Free from prison," Henderson corrected.
"I can't sign this," her eyes pleaded with an unseen judge. "My grandfather left me those bonds. It's my birthright."
"Your birthright is a prison cell," Judith said, appearing behind the lawyer. She crossed her arms. "Sign it, Elayne. Or rot."
Elayne looked through the glass window of the hospital room. Inside, Calhoun was sitting by the bed, holding Bianca's hand. He looked adoringly at her stomach.
Elayne felt a wave of exhaustion crash over her. She couldn't fight them. They had the money, the lawyers, the lies. Her three-year contract was up. Her debt was paid. If she went to court, she would win, but her secret identity would be exposed. That was a price she was not willing to pay.
"Fine," she decided, her expression turning to ice. Her voice was dead. "I'll sign."
She took the pen. Her hand was perfectly steady as she scribbled her old name, Elayne Parks, on the lines. With each signature, she felt a piece of her old life being carved away. Elayne Maynard ceased to exist.
Henderson snatched the papers away the moment the ink was dry.
"You are released," Theodore said from down the hall. He didn't even look at her. "You are no longer a Maynard. You are a stranger."
The police officer unlocked the handcuff from her purse. "You're free to go, ma'am."
Elayne stood up. Her legs felt like lead. "My things," she wrote on a notepad from her purse. "My clothes. My personal documents."
"The estate's contents were purchased with Maynard funds," Henderson said. "Technically, you owe us for the dress you're wearing."
"I want my mother's necklace," Elayne wrote, her script trembling with a sudden, fierce desperation. "It was in the safe. It's not Maynard money. It was hers. It's the only thing I want."
Theodore paused. He looked at Miller, the security chief.
"Take her to the gate," Theodore said. "Give her the... personal effects. Then throw her out."
Elayne felt a flicker of hope. He was going to give her the necklace. It was the only mercy she would get.
"Let's go, Ms. Parks," Miller said, grabbing her elbow.
Elayne walked out of the hospital, leaving her life behind. The sky outside was turning a bruised purple. A storm was coming.
