Ericka's point of view...
“Do you want to get out of this situation?” Nathan’s voice softened unexpectedly, breaking through my sobs.
I don't know where that came from, but I shouted at him. I never dared to talk louder before him let alone shout at him.
"What...what can I do...what should I do...!" I screamed, choking on my sobs. I felt broken. I don't know if I still have a chance to get out.
Though this might help me break off that engagement, I don't want to ruin Nathan's reputation too. He is innocent.
Nathan didn’t flinch at my outburst. Instead, he grabbed the wheelchair beside the bed and moved to sit on it, his movements slow and composed. I was alert, just in case he needed my help. But he was calm and precise. He slowly grabbed the handles of the chair and slid down on it.
He turned to me and drove in my direction.
"You still have a chance," he said in a low tone.
I looked up at him cautiously, hope flickering in my chest. Was he serious?
His tone carr
