( NO MORE LIES )
James wasn’t home when I woke up the next morning, but the feeling of his control lingered in every corner of the house.
The moment I walked downstairs, my stomach twisted.
The locks.
The windows.
Everything had been reinforced.
James hadn’t just been suspicious—he had taken action.
I was trapped.
I rushed to the front door, fingers trembling as I reached for the handle. It wouldn’t budge. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I checked the windows next. Sealed shut.
Panic clawed at my throat.
He locked me in.
I spun around, my breath shaky, scanning the room for anything I could use to break free. My mind raced, desperate for a solution, but I was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.
His phone.
I turned to the kitchen counter, where James’s sleek black
