Despite Charles' constant presence and the protective measures we've put in place, Becca's deranged obsession only seems to be intensifying. Her threats are becoming more graphic and disturbing by the day.
"I'm going to make you regret the day you ever looked at my man," one chilling voicemail promises in a low, sinister tone that makes me shudder. "You'll be begging for mercy when I'm through with you both."
I try not to let the terror show on my face as I play it for Charles, but he sees right through me as always. He gathers me into his arms, eyes blazing with protectiveness.
"Over my dead body is that psycho laying a hand on you," he growls. "We're going to put a stop to this now."
With the restraining order still being processed, Charles adamantly refuses to leave me alone, even f
