Breathless: The Fatal Price of His Revenge

Summary

My husband’s secretary was trapped in a locked car for half an hour. In a fit of blind rage, he locked me inside the storage room.

I knelt on the floor, desperately gripping the hem of his shirt, confessing to a crime I didn’t commit.

But he impatiently pried my fingers away and stomped hard on my hand. His eyes held not a single shred of warmth.

"Who do you think you are, daring to hurt Chloe?"

Suffering from severe claustrophobia, I curled up in the pitch-black, cramped space, gasping violently for air.