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CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: THE FIRE
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2026-04-20 04:21:31
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MICHAEL POVDarkness.Then light.Then pain—a dull, throbbing ache that seemed to fill every corner of his skull.Michael opened his eyes. The ceiling above him was white, cracked in one corner, with a fluorescent light that buzzed softly. He blinked, trying to focus. The room smelled of antiseptic and something else—flowers, maybe. His mouth was dry. His limbs felt heavy.Where am I?He tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate. A soft voice came from his left."Hey, hey. Easy. Don't move too fast."He turned his head. A woman sat beside his bed—young, maybe late twenties, with kind eyes and dark hair pulled into a bun. She was wearing a simple blouse and trousers, and she looked tired, as if she hadn't slept in days."Where... where am I?" His voice came out rough, barely a whisper."You're in the hospital. You've been unconscious for a long time." She leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "I'm going to call the doctor. Just stay still."She pressed a button beside th
Untamed CHAPTER NINETY FOUR: THE CAFE REVELATION
I couldn't sleep that night. Thelma's text burned in my mind, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Frank's face—his too-smooth smiles, his careful answers, the way his jaw tightened when Thelma mentioned Michael.The next afternoon, Frank went to work. The twins were down for their nap, and the nanny was already watching over them. I told her I needed to run a quick errand. She didn't question it.The drive to the mall felt longer than usual. My hands were sweaty on the steering wheel, my heart pounding for reasons I couldn't name. I parked, walked past the familiar storefronts, and found the small cafe near the food court.Thelma was already there, seated in a corner booth. She was wearing a hoodie, her hair pulled back, her eyes darting toward the door the moment I walked in. She looked anxious—fidgeting with her coffee cup, her knee bouncing under the table."Raquel." She stood as I approached, then sat back down quickly. "Thanks for coming."I slid into the seat across from her.
Untamed CHAPTER NINETY-THREE: THE MALL ENCOUNTER
A month had passed since I moved into Frank's house. The guest house was still "being repaired." Every time I asked about it, Frank had an excuse—the roofer was delayed, the materials hadn't arrived, the leak was worse than expected. I had stopped asking.Life had settled into a strange rhythm. Frank went to work during the day. I stayed home with the twins, watched by the nanny he had hired. He was attentive, kind, always checking on me. But he never tried to kiss me again. He kept his distance, just as he had promised.Nelly visited often. She thought the arrangement was good for me. "You're eating better," she said. "You're sleeping more. This was the right decision."I wasn't sure I agreed. But I didn't have the energy to argue.Today, Frank had insisted we go to the mall. "You need to get out," he said. "Fresh air. Something other than these four walls." He had helped me get the twins ready—Desmond and little Desirae, now chubby and alert, their eyes the same shade of honey-brown
Untamed CHAPTER NINETY-TWO: THE RELUCTANT MOVE
Another week passed. Then another. The weight of the empty house grew heavier each day. I had stopped sitting by the window. What was the point? Michael wasn't coming back.Nelly came over every afternoon. She brought food, forced me to shower, made me hold the twins. But I could see the worry in her eyes. I was fading, and she knew it."Raquel, we need to talk." She sat across from me, her hands folded."I don't want to talk.""I know. But you need to listen." She leaned forward. "Frank's offer. The guest house. I think you should take it."I stared at her. "You want me to move in with Frank?""I want you to get out of this house." She gestured around the room. "Look at this place. Every corner reminds you of Michael. You can't heal here, bae. You're drowning.""I'm not drowning.""You haven't left this house in six weeks. You barely eat. You barely sleep. The twins are being raised by a nanny because you can't function." Her voice cracked. "I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm sayin
Untamed CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: A MONTH OF EMPTINESS
A month.Thirty days of silence. Thirty days of unanswered questions. Thirty days of waking up every morning hoping today would be the day they found him—only to fall asleep each night with the same hollow ache in my chest.The police had nothing. No body. No suspect. No leads. Michael's car was still impounded, the back seat still stained with blood that had been confirmed as his. But where was he? If he was dead, where was the body? If he was alive, why hadn't he contacted anyone?The questions circled endlessly in my mind, a carousel of torment that never stopped spinning.I had stopped leaving the house. The twins were cared for—Nelly and Tony came daily, and Dr. Yeboah had hired a nanny to help. But I couldn't find the strength to do much more than exist. I fed the babies when I remembered. I showered when Nelly forced me. I ate when someone placed food in front of me.Otherwise, I sat by the window, staring at the gate, waiting for a car that never came."Raquel, you need to eat
Untamed CHAPTER NINETY:THE SEED OF DOUBT
I couldn't sleep. The clock on the nightstand read 2:47 AM. The house was quiet—too quiet. Nelly had fallen asleep on the armchair in the corner, her phone still clutched in her hand. Tony was stretched out on the floor on a spare mattress, snoring softly. Dr. Yeboah had gone home hours ago, promising to return at dawn with updates. But my mind wouldn't stop racing. Frank. The fragments of his phone call echoed in my head. "She's not going anywhere... we're almost there..." Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that cold flicker in his gaze—the one he had masked so quickly. But then I thought of everything else. Frank had driven through the night to be here. He had brought food and flowers. He had offered to use his connections to help find Michael. He had held my hand and promised me I wouldn't have to face this alone. Maybe I'm imagining things. I was exhausted. Grieving. Terrified. My husband was missing, possibly dead. My babies were sleeping in the next room, unaware that t
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