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.

through me, and I close my eyes against it, telling myself it's nothing. Just the aftermath of a bad

Was

the door. Or was

voice comes out weak, hoarse. There's

up. That's all I need to do. Wake up, and everything will be

a deep breath, 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, making me gag. Where

again, harder this time, trying to make out the shapes around me. It's too dark, too shadowy. Not the

of 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

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 ankles too-they're

right. This

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tighter they seem to get.

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

I'm trapped.

that might tell me where I am. But there's nothing. Just silence,

I can't wipe it away. Another drip,

chest like a vise. I scream again, louder

Still nothing.

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

up. I don't know where I am.

I scream, my voice hoarse, but all I hear is the

this? Who brought me here? My mind races, trying to

club with Gabriel, right? Then my purse got stolen. I remember feeling panicked. We left the club and went back

then... it's blank. Just fragments of that weird dream where someone was

me. Whoever took me they drugged me, didn't they? They came into my hotel room, and

Oh God,