~CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR~
I walk to the door quietly and unlock it, pulling it open just enough to scan the hallway.
Nothing out of place.
Maybe I imagined the footsteps.
I close the door again, but the unease doesn’t leave.
***
The rest of the day feels heavy.
Every sound makes me flinch. Every passing shadow feels like a warning. I don’t want this marriage anymore.
The thought settles in slowly, painfully.
I feel trapped. Surrounded by luxury but suffocating inside it. There is no rescue coming.
It’s already dark outside, and I know he’ll return soon.
Instead of waiting in this room like a prisoner awaiting her fate, I decide to have a little fun.
Since we got married, I haven’t explored this entire penthouse. I’ve lived in fragments of it—bedroom, dining room, hallway but never
