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

Is he asleep? Was he in

by the door.

out weak, hoarse. There's no

up. That's all I need to do.

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

me. It's too dark, too shadowy.

try 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 hands won't

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

isn't right. This can't be

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and the more I struggle, the tighter they seem to get. My head

in my brain starts to lift, and with it comes a horrifying realization. This isn't a dream. This isn't the

I'm trapped.

to listen, my ears searching for any sound, any clue that might tell me where I

can't wipe it away. Another drip, and then another, steady like a leaking pipe. My breath

around my chest like a vise. I scream again, louder

Still nothing.

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

know where I

my voice hoarse, but all I hear is the echo bouncing off

races,

stolen. I remember

that weird dream where someone was

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

Oh God,