Idara
It didn’t look like Mr. Chester had come to work today, and honestly, my mind had been stuck on everything my mom told me.
I should have been more terrified about getting pregnant—about ending up like my mother’s friend—but what disturbed me more was something else entirely.
He cheated.
I could endure many things, but not cheat. The thought gnawed at me. He cheated on his ex-wife, now he had a fiancée, yet he still claimed I was his wife—after biting me without my consent. And on top of that, he had been manipulating me.
I needed to see him.
I wished the hours would rush past until I did, yet the truth sat heavy in my chest—I was bound to him for life now. Leaving wasn’t simple. It wasn’t even realistic.
With his kind of connections, if I tried to disappear, he would track me
