Just as I got in the car, Tatiana's photo was sent to me.
She was wearing a dazzling diamond ring and the air-shipped wedding dress that I had chosen, kneeling down on the man's lap.
The man's big hand rested on her fair thigh through the gauze, and his lips kissed the crescent birthmark on her right shoulder, with lust in his eyes.
A message followed.
[I can only do this every night after turning off the lights and imagining her as you. Tatiana, my dear Tatiana, I miss you very much, please give me your love.]
The hoarse voice was followed by a suppressed gasp.
Killian's sneer rang out in the silent car.
I was shocked and realized that the way outside the window was not the way home.
"Killian, I'm Timothee's wife! What do you want to do?"
The car suddenly stopped and I immediately reached for the other door, but he moved even faster and reached out his hand, dragging me out of the car by my ankle.
I felt so painful that my eyes went dark.
"I still have Timothee's child in my belly. If anything goes wrong with me, you won't survive." I glared fiercely.
"Idiot, you don't really think he would let a dirty woman like you get pregnant with his child, do you?"