Now, despite my desperate attempt to chase after the car, I stumbled and fell hard.
Lying there, overwhelmed with despair, I saw the car slowly reverse toward me.
Tracy, seeing me in this pitiful state, couldn’t help but laugh. "Pfft—" she sneered.
In the past, I would’ve fought back, wanting her to experience the same cruelty I endured. But now, all I felt was fear and utter helplessness.
I couldn’t stay here any longer.
I was going to be tortured to death.
As soon as I returned to the familiar, comforting villa, I encountered Ceasar once again.
The moment Tracy walked in, Ceasar hurried over to embrace her, gently caressing her cheek with eyes full of tenderness, as if she were a rare treasure. In the next instant, they were caught up in a passionate kiss.
I didn’t want to attract Ceasar’s attention, so I tried to shrink into the background, making myself as invisible as possible.
But, unfortunately, I was still noticed.
Five years was enough to change me beyond recognition.
Dressed in tattered clothes that barely covered me, the exposed skin was marked with bruises and wounds, a testament to the pain I had endured.