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

Is he asleep? Was he in the room

by the door. Or was

My voice comes out weak, hoarse. There's

all I need to

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

blink again, harder this time, trying to make out the shapes around me.

trickle of cold water down my spine. I try to ait up, but something tugs at my wrists, stopping me. My heart skips

darkness, trying to see what's happening. My wrists are bound. Ropes, tight around them. I tug again, and they bite into my skin. My

isn't right. This can't

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get. My head pounds, a sharp, throbbing pain that makes it hard

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 stuck in a

I'm trapped.

for any sound, any clue that might tell me where I am.

wipe it away. Another drip,

around my chest like a vise. I scream

Still nothing.

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

know where I

I hear

here? My mind races, trying to piece together what

my purse got stolen. I remember feeling panicked.

blank. Just fragments of that weird dream where someone was in

chill runs through me. Whoever took me they drugged me, didn't they? They came into my hotel room, and I was too out of it to stop

Oh God,