Cara's POVWhen Simon woke up, he found himself tied to the bed with me sitting next to him cleaning his wound and putting a bandage on his forehead. “You hit me,” he said, his expression of pain as he tried to sit up, his eyes widened. “You tied me,” he added. “I'm sorry, I just don't want you to leave,” I said with a sigh. “Untie me right now!” He yelled, but I stood up, ignoring him. I put the first kit back into the bathroom, taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? I was losing my mind, tiring Simon, and hitting me. Would he forgive me for this? I wasn't thinking when I did it and only acted out of instinct.I let out a deep breath, assuring myself everything was going to be okay. Surely it was the pregnancy hormones that made me do this; Simon would understand.I went back to the bedroom. “Cara, untie me,” Simon spoke softly. It was challenging to tell whether he was upset or not. Sorry. I didn't mean to hit you,” I said.“I know, now untie me,” he said
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