“I had just picked up my wedding dress after my final fitting,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “I was waiting for a cab, just like any other day, but none came. So, I walked down another street, hoping to find one.” Her gaze drops to the floor, her fingers twisting together. “Some men... they started following me. I could feel their footsteps closing in, chasing me. The next thing I could remember was feeling like I was drugged.”
She paused.
Damian pressed a kiss on her head, offering her comfort, but Melissa stood up, taking a small step forward, putting distance between them as if needing the space to continue. She faced the wall, breathing deeply, her back straightened and she felt determined.
He slowly stood up standing behind her.
“You don’t have to go into every detail,
