Squeal! The screech of brakes split the air.The next second, I was shoved out of a van and slammed onto the pavement."If you go to the cops, I'll leak every one of those filthy photos. Let's see what everyone thinks of the great August Novak then."The van sped away before I could even react.I struggled to my feet, every inch of me screaming in pain. Bruised, battered, and deathly pale, I limped home one agonizing step at a time.The moment I opened the front door, the piano music stopped. Everyone was dressed in formal attire, champagne glasses in hand. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, filled with scrutiny.For a split second, I was back in that nightmare, surrounded by those greasy, leering stares.Instinctively, I staggered backward. My face drained of color. Cold sweat beaded across my forehead, and my entire body shook uncontrollably.Through my haze, I saw my wife, Whitney Novak, walking toward me. The instant she touched me, I dropped into a crouch, clutching my
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