Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 514 What are you doing with your husband?

Upon terminating the call, he found himself transfixed by the mound of paperwork that lay before him, his gaze unable to settle on a single word. The mere thought of another man sharing her company that evening was a notion he found unbearable.

Retreating to the sanctuary of his hotel room, he lay sprawled across the bed, the lingering scent of her perfume still permeating the sheets. It was an aroma that seemed to envelop him, seeping into his very pores.

Raymond found sleep elusive. Rising from the bed, he donned his pajamas and positioned himself before the towering floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette clutched between his fingers. The balcony door that was left ajar allowed a gentle breeze to drift in, lightly tousling his hair.

The cigarette, held delicately between his fingertips, seemed to carry her scent on the wind. Memories of her, frightened yet dependent, pinned against this very window, were maddeningly tantalizing. Raymond's gaze hardened, his light grip on the cigarette morphing into a fierce gnawing. It was as if only through this drastic action could he suppress the turbulent emotions welling within him.

Reaching for his phone, he fired off a message to Selena.

Raymond: [Are you asleep?]

Those acquainted with Raymond knew he was a man who shied away from social media, and coaxing him to 'like' a post was a feat in itself. His late-night conversations were few and far between, especially with a woman. Selena was the first. Receiving no response, Raymond sent another message.

you doing

Barbara who haunted her dreams, but a child cruelly

can.

methods and knew they were only viable in the earliest stages of pregnancy,

her, but she had never fathomed the depths to which her dignity could be trampled. It

the sting of the pain he brought with him - a pain that felt

her. She returned to her room but found sleep elusive. To occupy her mind, she

silence, was left

Rose Garden residence. Since that fateful night, they had functioned without issue, indicating that her room had remained undisturbed. Needing her

was seven in the morning, and the streets were still relatively empty. She had just sent a message to the property management to inquire about a matter when her car was violently rear-ended. The impact

she spotted a tall man brandishing a baseball bat

"Crash!"

The car window shattered.

her hand pinned beneath a heavy boot. Her eyes widened in