A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 264:

I didn’t answer.

The second he was gone, Vanessa plopped down onto the bed beside me, crossing her legs.

“Alright,” she said. “Start talking.”

I swallowed, digging my fingers into the sheets beneath me.

“I need help,” I whispered.

Vanessa’s brows arched. “With what?”

I locked eyes with her.

“Running away.”

FAITH

A pain throbbed through my body, a deep, relentless ache that seemed to settle in my bones. My head pounded fiercely, the worst of it concentrated where I’d been struck. I wanted to lift my hand, to press against the sore spot and ease the pain, but I couldn’t. My wrists were bound.noveldrama

A sick feeling coiled in my stomach as my eyes darted around, taking in my surroundings. This wasn’t what I expected.

I had braced myself for something grim: a cramped, windowless cell, dank air, the pungent smell of mildew. That was how kidnappings looked in the movies. Instead, I lay on a bed. A real bed. The mattress was soft, the sheets smooth against my skin. The room itself was well-furnished, too neat, too comfortable. The contrast made my skin crawl.

My breath caught, my chest rising and falling too rapidly. Whatever this place was—deceptive and pleasant—it didn’t change the fact that I’d been kidnapped. I was a prisoner.

The question was: who did this?

Eliza? Nathan?

𝓟𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺⧽

The very thought of them sent an icy shiver through me.

The room was too still, too quiet. The atmosphere hung heavy with an unspoken threat. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ribs as I struggled to keep my breathing even, fighting back the growing panic that clawed its way up my throat.

Then, the door creaked open. I stiffened at the sound, my pulse spiking as my gaze jerked in that direction. And there he was.

Nathan.

He strolled in like he had all the time in the world, hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive slacks, his expression unreadable. His presence filled the room, suffocating, charged with an unnerving calmness that made my skin prickle.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as his sharp eyes raked over me. “Finally awake,” he murmured.

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What do you want?” My voice was hoarse, my throat dry, but I refused to let it waver.

Nathan exhaled, his head cocked to the side in a movement that suggested he was disappointed I had asked the question. “Come on, Faith,” he said, silky smooth. “You know what I want.”

I clenched my jaw. His smile deepened. “You have to know.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I racked my brain for the possible repercussions. Of course, I knew.

But hearing him say it would make it so much worse.

Nathan leaned against the dresser, watching me in silence. He looked at me closely and asked softly, “Are you hungry?”

I blinked, and the pit of my stomach twisted, empty and unsettled. Hunger wasn’t the biggest concern on my agenda. “How long have I been unconscious?” I managed to rasp in a low, hoarse tone instead.

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