One day, Anna received an offer to design a wedding dress for a client. Without suspicion, she rushed to the meeting place. It was close to home, and although her parents suggested a chauffeur and a bodyguard, Anna insisted that she was fine. After all, her meeting with the client would only be brief.
However, as parents say, hunches are often right. As Anna was driving her car, a large car approached and blocked her way. Without warning, it blocked her path, and Anna was forced to stop. The car door opened, and before Anna's eyes, stood Pedro. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Anna..." said Pedro, his voice full of anger that was hard to hide. "Who is the father of this child? Tell me! Did you betray me all this time?"
Pedro stepped forward, his face bright red, filled with pain and confusion. Mercilessly, he pulled Anna out of the car and dragged her inside their house, which they once thought of as a home filled with beautiful memories. A home that now felt like a prison to Anna.
Anna felt like her body was being pulled roughly, with no way to resist. Once inside the house, Pedro threw her onto the bed roughly. His hands gripped both of Anna's wrists, making her unable to move.