The room felt suffocating, a prison of stale air and dread. Dr. James stood before me, the gun steady in his grip, his eyes cold and calculating.
Pathetic,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Dragged into your husband’s mess, now you're just a target. Helpless. A lamb that thinks it's safe in a wolf’s den.”
Panic surged; my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. The cuffs cut into my skin as I thrashed, the tape burning my lips with every breath. Focus. Focus! My heart hammered, my mind racing with fear. Stay calm. Stay alive.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that I gasped beneath the tape. Pain shot through my scalp as I looked up into his merciless eyes.
“Love or money—doesn’t matter now. If you get out of this alive, file for divorce and
