Zoe stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a hollow emptiness. She knew what she was—what she had become. Dissociative identity disorder had fractured her sense of self, leaving her with multiple identities vying for control. She fought hard to hold on to her core, to remember who she was, but the others always found a way to surface. Now, doubt crept into her mind, gnawing at her heart. Donovan's love—once her anchor—felt uncertain. She had believed that if he loved her, he would love all of her, every fractured piece. But was that true?
"He's trying to erase us, Zoe," Autumn's voice cut through her thoughts, sharp and accusatory. "You know how much I've invested in you. In us. I've spent fortunes to build this life to survive. Now, you are home, as an heiress of this empire. And now, you're letting him dictate your choices. Get rid of him."