Seducing My Married Young Master

The swing of memories

ELENA'S POV I sat in the sterile quiet of the ward, my hands pressed against my face, waiting for the sound of my name—waiting to finally be free. "Elena Williams." I almost didn’t hear it, but there it was. My release is like an afterthought. I stood slowly, every bone in my body feeling the weight of those five years, and collected the worn documents they handed me. "Here are your belongings," the nurse murmured, passing over a small, faded backpack. I took it, fingers brushing against its rough fabric—an object, now, that felt like a stranger’s. Glancing around the hospital reception one last time, I walked out into a world that felt distant, like a faint memory. Outside, people were gathered, anxious and hopeful as they awaited their loved ones. No one waited for me, of course. I had known that. I had known that for a long time. As I crossed the hospital parking lot, a single word pulsed in my mind like a heartbeat: Revenge. A car horn jolted me out of my thoughts. I barely