“Everyone has their own fate,” I said softly. “Please, stop worrying about mine.”
In the end, Aston drove me back to my home in West City. Before I got out of the car, he took my phone and set his number as my emergency contact.
“This neighborhood is a bit old. If anything happens, you can call me anytime,” he said.
I nodded and thanked him.
I was on the verge of collapsing when I arrived. However, as soon as I inserted the key, I felt something was wrong.
Someone had opened the door.
I became alert. When I was about to pull the key quietly and run downstairs to call the police, the door creaked open from the inside.
I instinctively tried to bolt, but a hand shot out from the doorway and grabbed my arm in an iron grip.
“What’s the rush? Are you feeling guilty? I saw you come back with that doctor.”
Jack yanked me inside like I was nothing but a rag doll, then tossed me onto the sofa. Pain shot through my back as my bones slammed into the hard edge of the couch.
He ignored my pain expression.
"Spit it out. When did it start? How far have you gone with him?" His voice dripped with icy anger as he braced his arms on either side of me.