CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

I closed my eyes, leaning against the headrest. We were back in our manor where we shifted after our wedding. Agat was so possessive that he began to do this business from home. I could see fear in his eyes sometimes. We both wanted to forget that day. 

      Johnny was in jail. Police arrested him. They had also put the murder charges of his late wife. I was really feeling sorry for Victoria.

     A few minutes later, my eyes opened as I heard him talking on the phone. My wounds were absolutely fine now but there were marks. After bath, I hid them behind a thin layer of the foundation. 

     He was wearing simple black jeans and a blue t-shirt. My supermodel husband! I smiled. His gaze met mine. 

     His eyebrows were creased but his lips parted into a huge smile. I glanced at my stomach. A sense of relief filled me. Our babies were fine.

      I shuddered a