Vanya POV

I stood in my destroyed living room, looking at the cake smeared on the walls and the balloon pieces scattered across the expensive marble floor. My hands were shaking from adrenaline, and I could feel tears trying to push their way out of my eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness anymore. They were tears of relief, of freedom, of finally standing up for myself after five long years.

The man who had saved me was still standing there, watching me with kind eyes. He was tall ...