Page 15 of Die For Me

My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“What? You really think I would believe you after all that you put me through? After sending me that fucking video of you and Jack having sex? God fucking damnit, Hana!” he huffed out, the angriest I had ever seen him.

“Then why am I here, Michael?” I shouted out angrily, tears streaming down my face. “Why the fuck do you want me still?”

I jumped as he shouted back. “Because you are mine, Hana! You promised to marry me. You promised to spend the rest of your life with me!”

I started bawling into my hands. I was too overwhelmed, too hurt and ashamed to face him now.

“And to top it all off, you’re pregnant. Possibly with my child,” he continued in a barely audible whisper.

I looked up at him through my tear-soaked eyes. Michael was weeping into his hands now. My heart ached more than it ever had, even when I was first taken away from him.Idid this to him. Why did I keep breaking hearts like this? Why did I keep driving men to their breaking points?

I looked up at the cab driver and his eyes were still pointed at the road, no emotion on his face whatsoever.

“Can someonepleasetell me where we’re going?” I asked, my voice raw and quiet.

“Why? So you can tell Jack where we are again?” Michael spit out.

Again?

“For the record, Michael, I never told him we were there. I don’t know how he found us,” I explained, as if it made any difference.

Michael began to laugh. It was a chuckle that turned into a frantic, manic laugh. I sat there watching him, stunned. I had never witnessed this Michael before.

“I don’t fucking believe you anymore, Hana.” He shrugged.

“Yet you still want me to be ‘yours,’” I quipped back with air quotes.

Michael shook his head with contempt. “Youaremine. And I will break you, just as Jack did.”

We sat in angry silence until the cab pulled up to a townhouse in Cos Cob, a little neighborhood in Greenwich not far from where I grew up.Why are we here?All I could think about was how much my heart ached at how I missed Jack and how I worried about his mental well-being. He had to have been going out of his mind now. Would he find me again?

Michael tipped the poor cab driver generously before taking my hand and pulling me out of the cab. We walked up to the front door, and he pulled a key from his pocket then quickly unlocked the door, looking around as if we were being watched. I mirrored him before he led me into the townhouse. The place seemed almost like a model home; it was neatly and modernly decorated. The living room was spacious and led to stairs on the left and into a beautiful kitchen and dining area to the right.

“What are we doing?” I asked for what seemed like the thirtieth time that day.

I hesitantly sat on the couch after eyeing the place for a moment. Michael crossed his arms as he surveyed me. I realized how strong his arms looked bulging from his long-sleeved cotton shirt. He wore black cuffed jeans with brown suede boots. His eyes were sullen as he shifted his weight, his arms still crossed,then made his way directly in front of me. He put his hands on his hips and looked at my hands.

“You’re still wearing your sub ring. Why?” His tone was harsh and accusatory.

I looked down at my right-hand ring finger and twirled the ring around.

“Because I still love you. I’ve never stopped loving you, Michael,” I responded quietly, unable to look up at him.

“Look at me, Hana,” he snapped.

Butterflies suddenly swarmed in my belly as I looked up and our eyes met.

“And you love Jack as well,” he spit out.

I nodded slowly, desperately trying not to break eye contact. He was still the intimidating, dominant boss from all those months ago.

“Take his ring off,” he ordered, his eyes dark and angry.

My heart dropped.

“Why?”

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