The buyer followed the address, knocked me out, and dragged me into a hotel room.
Half-conscious, I heard Andrew giving instructions.
"Just feel her up. Don't go further than that."
"I only want to teach Elena a lesson—scare her enough that she won't dare touch Sophie again."
"She's still my wife, after all."
But that night, Sophie called him away.
The man he'd hired smirked and reached for my buttons.
In the end, I bit through my own tongue to stay conscious, kicked him hard, and smashed an ashtray into his skull.
Only then did I escape. He never got what he wanted.
Afterward, Andrew came crawling back, face full of fake remorse.
"I messed up, Elena. Forgive me."
"I was drunk, joking around with some shady friends, and forgot to take the listing down. I never thought someone would actually bid..."
"I never meant for you to get hurt."
"Thank God you're okay."
Looking at his hypocritical face, I knew I'd chosen wrong.
When Luke heard the story, he nearly lost his mind with rage. His fists clenched as he turned toward the door.
"That animal actually did this to you—I'll kill him!"
I took a deep breath and smiled.
"It's all in the past now, isn't it?"