Chapter 8

I thought Ethan was too proud to ever show his face again after suffering such humiliation.

But on Valentine’s Day, two weeks later, while I was on a date with Lucas, I ran into him outside the restroom.

Ethan was no longer as arrogant as he once used to be.

The tailored suits were gone and were replaced by work clothes. Even the accessories he always wore had vanished.

The moment our eyes met, he shoved me into a back room.

He tied me to a chair, pressed a knife to my neck, and whispered, “Jane, how could you be so cruel to me?!

“You’re with Lucas now, and you even ruined my company! He sent me overseas just to keep me away.

“I almost didn’t make it back alive, but here I am.”

With every word, the knife crept closer to my skin until a drop of blood slid down my neck.

I tried to pull back, but it only set him off. Tearing open his shirt, he shouted like a madman, “You’re scared? What right do you have to be scared? Do you know what I’ve been through?

“Lucas is a madman.