Chapter 8: No More Victim

Following Tanya’s cue, the crowd turned on me. "If you’re just here to hang out, step out and let us get to work!"

The sting of their words made my face burn. Jet lag and exhaustion gnawed at my resolve, but I straightened my blazer, heart pounding. "Let’s get one thing straight: when the elevator’s overweight, the last one in gets out. That’s how it works. Or have you all forgotten basic manners?"

Some people looked away, embarrassed. Tanya crossed her arms, smirking. "Back at the marriage office, maybe I misread your health info. But your job status? That said ‘unemployed.’ Why should I give up my spot for a trophy wife?"

She wanted the crowd on her side, but people started shuffling out, grumbling. I waited until last, but Tanya blocked the door, arm out. "Trying to run? You don’t get to just slink away. You like elevators? Great—ride this one all day."

Something inside me snapped. I kicked her in the stomach—she flew back, arms and legs flailing, flipping over like an overturned turtle. The elevator doors finally closed, and I was alone, breathless. My hands shook, adrenaline buzzing, but for once, I felt free.