Paetyn’s POV
For someone who ended their engagement with their long-term fiance not even twenty minutes ago, I feel content with my decision. I’m sure that might sound odd to someone from the outside looking in, but if people knew Liam—the real him—and the kind of man he is, I would be getting praised for my decision. They would tell me I dodged a bullet, and I’m better off without him. And while I agree with them, the lingering anxiety of how drastically my life is going to change without him in it has my hands tightening around the steering wheel, and a lump forms in my throat.
Did I make the right decision?
I mean, the asshole conspired and paid to have me kidnapped by the same man whose house I’m driving to. If that doesn’t scream I don’t care about you then I don’t know what does. This whole time, I was a pawn in a game he constructed so that he could reach his goals. At no point did he stop to think what something as fucked up as having me kidnapped and held captive for a week
