"No, Lucas. I'm the one. Do you know how I suffered that night when you pinned me to the bed and fastened your wristwatch on my hands? How did I get the wristwatch then?" Mia screamed. Her eyes were wide with anger as the man opposite her, his face twisted in fury, threw her luggage out of the door.
"Well, you're a fraud and nothing more... You're a fraud... you're a fraud," his voice echoed harshly, each repetition more biting than the last.
Mia's eyes flew open. She was drenched in sweat, her heart pounding, despite the cool breeze from the air conditioner. "Oh no, I'm not a fraud. I'm the one who truly loves you," she mumbled, sitting up abruptly in bed. The realization that it was another nightmare washed over her.
She had been troubled by this same nightmare for the past three days
