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.

against it, telling myself it's nothing. Just the aftermath of a bad night. Maybe too much

asleep? Was

something-him, standing by the door. Or was that

My voice comes out weak, hoarse.

all I need to do. Wake up, and everything

in my mind, but something feels wrong. The air smells... bad, Sour and musty.

harder this time, trying to make out the shapes around me. It's too dark,

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

look down, blinking in the darkness, trying to see what's happening. My wrists are bound. Ropes, tight

isn't right. This

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the more I struggle, the tighter they seem to get. My head pounds, a sharp, throbbing pain that makes it hard to think

a horrifying realization. This isn't a dream. This isn't the hotel room. I'm

I'm trapped.

to listen, my ears searching for any sound, any clue that might tell me where I am. But there's nothing. Just silence, thick and

on my forehead, cold and startling. I flinch, but I can't wipe it away. Another

force, wrapping around my chest like a vise. I scream

Still nothing.

fight them back, refusing to give in to the fear bubbling inside me. But

up. I don't know

but all I hear is

Who brought me here? My mind races, trying to

I remember feeling panicked. We left the club and went back to the

Just fragments of that

me, didn't they? They came into my hotel room, and I was too out of

Oh God,