Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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273 Not a Dream

(Cass)

I wake up feeling like I'm sinking, caught in a daze that can't quite shake off. The drum beating from somewhere deep inside my skull won't let up.

It's like I'm stuck halfway between sleep and waking.

No matter how hard I try to drag myself to the surface, something pulls me back under.

My eyes flutter open, but my vision's blurred, and everything is dim, like the curtains in the hotel room are still closed. Cancun... right? I'm still in Cancun

I blink slowly, trying to focus. The bed beneath me feels wrong though, harder than I remember. No pillow.

I squint, trying to make sense of it all, but it's like my brain is wrapped in cotton wool.

I lift my hand to my forehead-at least, I try to-but nothing happens. My arm doesn't move.

What the hell? Am I paralyzed?

I groan, my throat dry and scratchy, as I try again to move. My body feels foreign, disconnected, and everything inside me feels... off. Like I've been drugged or something. But I haven't done drugs. I don't use now. I'm clean.

I close my eyes against it, telling

asleep? Was he in the room

by the

voice comes out weak, hoarse. There's no

Just wake up. That's all I need to

haze in my mind, but something feels wrong. The air smells... bad, Sour and musty. I wrinkle my nose, but the smell fills me, making me gag. Where

make out the shapes around me. It's too

cold water down my spine. I try to ait up, but something tugs at my wrists, stopping me. My heart skips a beat, and I try again, harder this

are bound. Ropes,

isn't right. This can't

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the ropes won't budge, and the more I struggle, the tighter they seem to get. My head pounds, a sharp, throbbing pain that makes it hard to think

my brain starts to lift, and with it comes a horrifying realization. This isn't a dream. This isn't the hotel room. I'm not

I'm trapped.

searching for any sound, any clue that might tell me where I am. But there's nothing.

I flinch, but I can't wipe it away. Another drip,

me, full force, wrapping around my chest like a vise. I scream again, louder

Still nothing.

give in to the fear bubbling

know where I am. And

hoarse, but all I hear is the

brought me here? My mind races, trying to piece together what little

my purse got stolen. I remember feeling panicked. We left the

that weird dream where someone was

They came into my hotel room, and I was too out of

Oh God,