Owned By The Devil
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You should blame yourself for getting involved with my enemy.”
“Who?” I asked, confusion mixing with my fear. How could I be involved with someone dangerous when I barely knew anyone outside my small circle?
“Adriano,” he replied. “Your husband.”
I gasped. My body began to shake uncontrollably as cold sweat broke out across my forehead despite the air conditioning. Nothing about this made sense.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I struggled to find words, but my mind was reeling.
“Since we’re past pretending, I guess I don’t need to hide anything anymore,” he continued, his voice casual as if we were discussing the weather.