Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 104

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I remained still. After a while, the man finished his call and returned to his car. He parked diagonally across from me, leisurely opening a can of soda. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Or was it a coincidence–leaving Chicago at the same time three days ago, returning at the same time now? I didn’t believe in coincidences.

hitman? If so, why hadn’t they acted in three days? My mind raced. Should I call the police? But it would take time, and without concrete evidence, he could plead innocence. I still had an hour’s drive to Chicago. He hadn’t acted all this time; maybe if I drove normally, pretending not to know, he wouldn’t do

car. His car followed slowly, sometimes disappearing, then reappearing. If I hadn’t been sure he was following, I wouldn’t have even noticed. He was professional. My palms sweated during the hour–long drive. Once I entered the city, I relaxed slightly. Near my apartment complex, I suddenly accelerated.“Damn, she noticed!” I heard a man yell from behind. Ignoring a red light, I sped into the

garage, grabbed my luggage, and called Sherry, telling her I’d been

hat was so wide that his face was completely obscured. He silently followed me, like a ghost, making no sound.

Suddenly, a sharp blow hit the back of my neck. Pain shot through me; my vision blurred. I collapsed. My phone slipped from my hand…Someone caught me, expertly retrieving the phone and ending the call.“Olivia?