I didn’t sleep a wink.I stayed curled in the far corner of the half-finished room, knees drawn tight to my chest, arms locked around them like a shield. Every time my eyelids grew heavy, I bit down hard on my lower lip until the sting yanked me back to alertness. Across from me, Clyde lay curled in the opposite corner, eyes closed, breathing slow and even as if he was asleep.But I know it. He wasn’t sleeping. He was watching. And even if he was, I still can’t even run away, because the door was locked with the key neatly tucked away in his body.But what I still couldn’t wrap my head around, was why he was doing all these to me.What did he stand to gain by dragging me away like this? I had no money, no influence, no name worth ransoming. I was already a fugitive. And love? I refused to believe that. Throughout our marriage, Clyde had made his feelings crystal clear. He hated me. Resented me for standing between him and Flora. He had never shown me a single shred of genuine affe
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