Two burly men grabbed me and shoved me into a room. The good-looking guy followed, closed the door, and locked it. He then approached me.
"What are you going to do?" I couldn't find my voice as I backed away from him.
"Do you not recognize me...?" He gazed at me, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"No. Have we met before?"
Honestly, his face seemed familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, but no matter how hard I tried to remember, nothing came to mind.
"Haha!" He chuckled deeply. "Have you forgotten your own husband? Am I that easy to forget?"
His words left me stunned. Husband? The memories of a few months ago flooded back.
The day I was assaulted, I had blocked out the man's face. But when this attractive man mentioned it, it triggered a thought - should I ask him for compensation?
