The man's figure gets closer and closer
Natalie's heart hammered against her ribs. She thrashed, desperate to break free, but the tie binding her wrists was too tight. The more she struggled, the more helpless she felt.
The figure reached the bedside, motionless, silently observing Natalie in the darkness.
Trembling, Natalie forced a semblance of composure, hoping to intimidate the stranger.
“I don't care who you are. I'm Jayden's wife. If you touch me, he won't let you get away with it!”
The figure remained impassive. After a moment, he shed his bathrobe and climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and Natalie's heart sank with it. A hand gently caressed her cheek. The calloused fingertips told her it was a man. His fingers trailed lower, tracing the strap
