Tom's pov
“Sara,” Tom called out coldly as he stepped into the house, his voice cutting sharply through the heavy silence. “Come here. Now.”
The tone alone was enough to send a chill down her spine.
He stood in the master bedroom, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark and distant. There was no warmth in them tonight. And they held no hesitation. Just something cold… something that would set things ablaze in the house.
Tonight, he had made up his mind. He would hurt Sara where she wouldn't recover.
Sara appeared at the doorway moments later, still wearing the same clothes from earlier.
Her hair was slightly disheveled, her face pale, her eyes swollen and red from hours of crying. She looked fragile...like someone already broken.
But what she saw inside the room made her freeze co
