Three days. That meant James and Kate probably thought I was dead. For the first time in weeks, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was my chance to disappear—to start over. But then, one morning, Damon returned from fishing with a newspaper in hand. He placed it in front of me without a word. My heart stopped when I saw my own face printed on the front page. MISSING. And underneath it, James’ name, offering a hefty reward for any information about me.
“He’s looking for you,” Damon said carefully. “Your husband. Damn! I knew it, you're that singer!"
I just let out a sigh. A bitter laugh escape my lips. “Shh... don't be noisy. And husband? That bastard is the reason I almost died.”
I told Damon everything—the rape, the lies, the betrayal. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. But when I told him James would kill me if he found me, his expression changed.
“I need to hide you,” he said firmly.