Kidnapped By Her Therapist

Chapter3

Riley, Jenna’s friend came visiting one evening.

Jenna sat with her friend, Riley, at a quaint coffee shop in downtown California. Riley listened intently as Jenna recounted her woes about Ryan's increasingly distant behavior.

Riley's expression turned from sympathetic to outraged. "Jenna, you need to give Ryan a piece of your mind! He's treating you like dirt, and you deserve so much better!"

Jenna shook her head, her long, curly brown hair bouncing with the motion. "I don't think that's the best approach, Riley. Confronting Ryan will only lead to more arguments and tension. I need to handle this in a more civilized manner."

Riley raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

Jenna took a sip of her coffee before responding. "I'm going to talk to his mother, Natalie. Maybe she can talk some sense into him."

Riley's expression turned skeptical. "You think Natalie will actually help you? She's always seemed so... fake to me."

Jenna sighed. "I know, but I have to try. I'll appeal to her maternal instincts, maybe she'll see things from my perspective."

The next day, Jenna paid a visit to Natalie's opulent mansion. She was greeted by Natalie's warm, yet insincere smile.

"Jenna, darling! What brings you here today?"

Jenna took a deep breath and launched into her concerns about Ryan's behavior. Natalie listened attentively, her expression growing increasingly sympathetic.

"Oh, Jenna, I'm so sorry to hear that. Ryan can be a bit... stubborn at times. But I'm sure he doesn't mean to hurt you."

Jenna's eyes welled up with tears. "Please, Natalie, you have to talk to him. I feel like I'm losing him, and I don't know what to do."

Natalie's expression turned solemn, and for a moment, Jenna thought she saw a glimmer of genuine concern. "I'll talk to him, Jenna. I promise. But you have to be patient and understanding. Ryan's under a lot of stress right now."

Jenna nodded, feeling a sense of hope that she hadn't felt in weeks. Maybe, just maybe, Natalie could help her salvage her marriage.

So she went to visit Natalie, his mother.

Natalie patted Jenna's hand, her expression softening. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it. Ryan will come around, you'll see."

Jenna smiled weakly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe Natalie was more understanding than she thought.

As Jenna left Natalie's mansion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, her marriage could be salvaged.

But little did Jenna know, Natalie's intentions were far from pure. As soon as Jenna left, Natalie picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Ryan, darling," Natalie cooed. "I just had a visit from your wife. She's getting a bit... restless.

Ryan's voice was laced with annoyance on the other end of the line. "What did she want, Mother?"

Natalie's smile grew wider. "Oh, she just wanted me to talk to you about your behavior. She thinks you're being distant and cold."

Ryan snorted. "That's rich, coming from her. She's the one who's always nagging me about something."

Natalie's laughter was like ice. "Oh, Ryan, you're so clever. I'll take care of Jenna. Don't worry about it."

As Natalie hung up the phone, her expression turned calculating. She had no intention of helping Jenna and Ryan's marriage. In fact, she had every intention of driving them further apart.

After all, Natalie had her own reasons for wanting Ryan to stay in the marriage. Reasons that had nothing to do with love or happiness, and everything to do with power and control.

Jenna's eyes widened in shock as she felt the sting of Ryan's slap across her face. She couldn't believe he had hit her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stumbled backward, her hand instinctively rising to touch the tender spot on her cheek.

"How dare you!" Jenna shouted, her voice trembling with rage. "You have no right to hit me!"

Ryan's face was twisted in anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "You had no right to go behind my back and talk to my mother about our marriage!" he bellowed.

Jenna's eyes flashed with defiance. "I had every right! You're not listening to me, Ryan. You're not even trying to work on our marriage."

Ryan's expression turned cold, his voice dripping with venom. "You want to work on our marriage? Fine. We'll go see a s*x therapist. Maybe they can help you with your... issues."

Jenna's eyes widened in shock as Ryan handed her a card with the therapist's name and address on it. "Get dressed," he growled. "We have an appointment."

Jenna felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. How could Ryan do this to her? How could he treat her like this?

She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but inside, she was seething with anger and hurt. She knew she had to get out of this marriage, but for now, she was trapped.

With a heavy heart, Jenna turned and walked away, leaving Ryan standing alone in the living room. She went to her bedroom and locked the door, trying to shut out the pain and humiliation that Ryan had inflicted on her.

As she got dressed, Jenna couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her. Would she be able to escape this toxic marriage, or would she be trapped forever?

Jenna put on a brave face and walked out of the bedroom, trying to ignore the stinging sensation on her cheek. Ryan was waiting for her in the living room, his expression unreadable.

"Let's go," he said curtly, not even looking at her.

Jenna nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. She had no idea what to expect from this s*x therapist, but she knew she didn't want to go.

As they drove to the therapist's office, the tension between them was palpable. Jenna couldn't help but wonder what Ryan had told his mother about their marriage, and what Natalie had advised him to do.

When they arrived at the office, Jenna was surprised to see a handsome young man with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. He introduced himself as Dr. Cody Walter, and Jenna felt a flutter in her chest.

Ryan, on the other hand, seemed completely uninterested in the therapist. He barely acknowledged Dr. Walter's presence, and instead, began to pace back and forth in the office.

Dr. Walter seemed to notice the tension between them and cleared his throat. "Let's get started, shall we? Please, have a seat.”