That afternoon, some men forcibly removed me from a small restaurant without making any effort to hide their intentions, and the world was reduced to fear and survival.
They forced me into a vehicle, immobilized my wrists, and spoke in a language I barely understood, but I managed to grasp enough to realize that my husband had made far worse enemies than I had imagined.
“He’ll pay,” one of them said with a smile that made my stomach churn, “or someone else will.”
Instinctively, my hand went to my stomach, to protect what I had not yet said out loud.
They took us to an industrial area where empty buildings stood like forgotten promises, and led me to a warehouse lit by a single blinding light bulb.
Time dragged on agonizingly as they talked about money and betrayal, and I understood with cold certainty that Julian wasn’t coming for me.
Finally, the door opened and Ethan Vale walked in as if they had been waiting for him forever.
“You’ve got the wrong woman,” he said calmly, looking at me first.
“She’s involved in the debt,” one of the men replied, visibly irritated.
“No,” Ethan said, lowering his voice slightly, “he’s under my protection.”
“Since when?” the man insisted.
“Since this morning,” Ethan replied without hesitation.
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The tension gradually lessened, like ice cracking under pressure, and they finally let me go because Ethan’s presence made resistance seem like madness.
He took my hand and led me outside, with a firm grip, and the cold air outside seemed unreal after the suffocating fear I felt inside.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked once we got to the car.
“Because your husband made a mistake,” she said, opening the door for me, “and you shouldn’t have to pay the consequences.”
I should have run away, but instead I got in the car.
He took me to his estate on the outskirts of the city, a place so vast and orderly that it felt like I had entered another world.
An elderly lady, of a serene nature, named Margaret, greeted us and accompanied me to a room larger than my apartment, and everything inside seemed carefully arranged to provide maximum comfort.
I tried to take it all in, but exhaustion quickly overwhelmed me.
When I woke up, something was missing from my backpack.
“The test,” I whispered, even though I already knew the answer before I asked.
“She found it,” Margaret said quietly, making no attempt to hide her mistake.
Shortly after, I found myself sitting across from Ethan at breakfast, with the pregnancy test carefully placed between us, like a truth neither of us could ignore.
“Does Julian know?” he asked.
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