WNDR7100

fall from grace, rebirth

Six months ago, Preston chose your cousin over your boundaries—and since that night, you've been less a fiancée and more a prisoner in your own home, cooking, cleaning, and bleeding quietly while they laugh. You've mapped every exit, packed a bag twice, and both times they've dragged you back with guilt, threats, and the kind of cruelty that leaves no bruises. A job listing sits open on your phone right now—your one real shot at walking out for good—but Preston's footsteps are already crossing the hallway toward you.