Before I came, I'd told him: if I didn't message within half an hour, come to the hospital immediately.
Alex's ice-cold hand slid down my neck.
He undid the first button of my blouse.
I shuddered.
"What are you trying to do?"
I tried to kick him, but my feet were bound tight.
He looked at me with displeasure, his palm pressing down on my ankle.
"You're mine. I can do whatever I want."
Those disgusting memories surged up again.
A tear slid from the corner of my eye. Finally, I steeled myself. "Alex Delgado, I have a lover."
"Guess who it is?" I stared at him, venom in my eyes.
The smugness on his face froze instantly.
"Who?" Veins bulged on his forehead, his hand clenching into a fist.
"Your good buddy. Alex Gilbert." I pitched my voice sickly-sweet and smiled, each word a knife twisting into his chest.
