Chapter 7
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Lila’s Escape Plan
LILA'S POV
I ought to have been relieved.
James had defended me at the least, in his own infuriating, boastful way; however , as opposed to feeling grateful, I felt more trapped than ever.
Because I knew what this was supposed to be.
He wasn’t simply defending me for the sake of it.
This wasn’t approximately me.
It became about management.
James Sinclair wasn’t the type of man who allowed what he had taken into consideration.
And proper now?
I become his.
His wife.
The mom of his toddler.
And unless I did something quickly, I’d in no way be unfastened.
That notion burned in my chest as I paced my office, chewing on my lip, my mind racing with possibilities.
I needed an exit plan.
Not without delay. But eventually.
The moment I gave up, I’d be out of here.
And James wouldn’t forestall me.
He couldn’t.
But first, I wanted help.
And there has been the handiest one individual I could flip to.
SOPHIE’S APARTMENT
“You need to get away from him?” Sophie almost choked on her tea, her eyes extensive with disbelief.
I sat on her couch, my arms curled into fists on my lap. “Yes. The second I have this child, I’m gone.”
She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “Lila… are you sure? He’s the father of your baby. That complicates things.”
“I recognize,” I muttered, my throat tight. “But I can’t stay, Soph. I can’t raise my baby in a house where I feel like a prisoner.”
Sophie studied me cautiously, her expression torn. “And what about custody? He’s powerful, Lila. He has cash, legal professionals ”
I swallowed tough. “That’s why I want your assistance.”
Her brows furrowed. “Help with what?”
I hesitated. “I need an attorney. Someone desirable. Someone who can assist me in stable full custody before James even sees it coming.”
Sophie’s lips parted in surprise. “Lila…”
“Please, Soph.” I grabbed her hands, my coronary heart pounding. “You understand what he’s like. He won’t just allow me to cross. I need to do that earlier than it’s too late.”
She hesitated.
I knew this turned into plenty to ask.
But I additionally knew I had no different desire.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sophie sighed.
“I know a person. He’s costly, however, he’s true.”
Relief flooded my chest. “Thank you.”
But Sophie didn’t smile. She simply stared at me, something unreadable flickering in her eyes.
And for the first time due to the fact this verbal exchange started, a small seed of doubt planted itself in my gut.
Was I making the proper preference?
Or am I about to start a war I wasn’t ready for?
BACK AT THE MANSION
I went back home late that night, exhaustion weighing heavy on my shoulders.
I had spent hours at Sophie’s, going over prison options, getting ready for what came to return.
But as I stepped into the residence, I right away knew something was incorrect.
James started looking forward to me.
Sitting inside the living room, one arm draped lazily over the couch, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand.
His expression?
Cold. Calculated. Dangerous.
I swallowed something difficult. “What are you doing up?”
He took a sluggish sip of his drink earlier than putting the glass down. “You have been long past for hours. I was questioning where my spouse changed into.”
There became something off approximately his tone.
Something that dispatched a shiver down my spine.
I pressured a small shrug. “I turned in with Sophie.”
His jaw tightened barely. “And what were you talking about?”
I iced up.
Did he recognize it?
No.
There is no way.
I compelled myself to live calmly. “Just catching up. Talking to the infant.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “Is that so?”
I took a careful step back. “Yes. Why?”
He stood.
And similar to that, the room felt ten stages less warm.
I held my breath as he closed the distance among us, his gaze burning into mine.
“You can mislead everyone else, Lila,” he murmured. “But now not to me.”
My coronary heart slammed towards my ribs.
I refused to interrupt eye contact.
Refused to let him intimidate me.
“I don’t recognize what you’re speaking about,” I stated, keeping my voice consistent.
He exhaled a quiet snicker, shaking his head. “You’re making plans for something. I can see it in your eyes.”
I swallowed hard. “You’re being paranoid.”
He stepped even nearer. So close that I ought to smell the whiskey on his breath.
And then
He leaned down, his lips brushing towards my ear.
“If you try to get away from me, Lila… I will discover you.”
A chill raced down my backbone.
He pulled back barely, his gaze locking onto mine.
And for the first time since this nightmare began, I realized something.
I had underestimated him.
This wasn’t pretty much controlled.
It turned into ownership.
And James Sinclair wasn’t going to allow me to cross.
Not without a fight.
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