“…Fine.” His face darkened, as if I owed him millions.
The traitor was him, yet he acted like the victim.
I didn’t sleep that night. My daughter’s deceitful eyes kept stabbing my heart. But tomorrow, I would finally be free. Once divorced, I’d ask Lily the truth. Maybe I could forgive her for being manipulated by Daniel.
Around 2 a.m., just as I drifted into sleep, a noisy commotion jolted me awake. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was dreaming.
That gang of thugs actually sat around my hospital bed, grinning at me.
I instinctively thought I was having a nightmare and pinched myself hard several times.
The gang leader sneered, then burst into laughter.
“Stop pinching yourself. This isn’t a dream, sweetheart—we meet again.
Smart people know when to yield. You made a mistake, now you pay. Boys, let’s show her what we can do.”
I was terrified, gasping for breath.
“Please—don’t hit me! Don’t hit me! I’ll call Daniel Carter—he’s the one who sent you, isn’t he? I’ll call him right now!”
But of course, Daniel’s phone was switched off. He wasn’t answering texts either. Lily’s smartwatch was also off. Even when I tried calling Margaret, it was nothing but a busy tone.
Fear swept over me in waves.