"Sure, sure. Now hurry up!"
Leon lifted his blackened, reeking foot. Jordan grabbed my head and shoved it down.
The door slammed open.
"Stop!"
Jordan froze. I sprang up and drove my knee into his groin with everything I had.
He staggered backward, doubled over in pain.
My mother-in-law stood in the doorway, panting.
When I saw her, hope sparked in my chest.
Back when I agreed to marry Jordan, part of the reason was her—a decent woman, straightforward, no hidden agendas.
"Ma'am… they—they're bullying us!"
She frowned deeply, taking in my filthy, ruined wedding dress.
"Jordan, what is—"
Before she could finish, Jordan pulled her aside and whispered something in her ear.
My mother-in-law's expression shifted—shock to anger to helplessness.
I bit my lip hard. "Mrs. James! Don't listen to Jordan's lies—please help us!"
No one outside dared to come in. She was our only chance.
But the pity in her eyes vanished. Panic replaced it. "Luna, just cooperate! It'll be over soon! I just remembered—I have something to do!"
She fled without looking back.
Bang!
The door swung shut. In that split second, I caught the looks on those men's faces outside.