Today wasn't her birthday, or...

A realization hit Sadie like a ton of bricks; her face drained of color.

Her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed, her hand shooting out to find support against a wall.

"He's onto me," she whispered, disbelief evident in her voice.

The terror was real. Today marked her birth, but it was a different life, not as Sadie but as someone she had left behind.

That evening, using dinner with her manager as an excuse, Sadie ventured out.

Wrapped up snugly in her car, she reached the destination Zayden had specified.

Inside, it was as Zayden had promised-a birthday surprise.

The room glittered with opulence, and an ornate cake held center stage.

But joy was the furthest from Sadie's feelings.

She took in the spectacle, the color still absent from her cheeks.

Zayden lounged on a sofa, his amusement apparent as he observed Sadie.

Sadie took a seat opposite him.

Her eyes, sharp and searching, met his.

"What's your game?" she questioned.

Zayden's grin widened.

"Oh Sadie, always so fiery. Just thought I'd celebrate your birthday with you, making this day special." He leaned in, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Swiftly, Sadie swatted his hand away, her gaze a molten mix of rage and fear.

"Cut the theatrics. What do you know?" she challenged, voice steely.

"If you're trying to intimidate me, just spill everything at once!"