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Chapter Eleven

Author: Sal.Abk
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-10 05:42:45

I expect to land on a hard surface, and I wait for my entire body to be engulfed with pain, but I feel no physical pain—just the shock of my body being thrown from the thankfully short distance—and I realize there are hands gripping onto me for dear life.

I peel my eyes open to find the hardened eyes of none other than my dear husband, Rino. His chest rises and falls in sharp, controlled breaths, as if each inhale is a struggle not to explode. A vein pulses in his temple like a ticking bomb.

When did he get here?

I'm annoyed that I feel glad he saved me from hurting myself. Rino sets me onto the ground like a child, and my feet can barely hold me up as I wobble before getting a grip of myself. I feel quite lightheaded as I try to grasp onto my surroundings.

Rino bulldozes into my personal space, just staring—unblinking, unreadable—and the tension in his posture screams louder than words.

The sound of Louis groaning catches all of our attention. I turn to find him on all fours on the f
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