AUDREY'S POV

"You deceitful bitch! You don't love me," Frank shouted, his voice vibrating with anger and betrayal. His eyes, usually charming and filled with mischief, now blazed with a wild intensity. "If you truly loved me, you would have done as I asked."

Audrey's heart sank, but she forced herself to meet his furious gaze. "But, Frank, I can't—"

"No need to explain yourself," he cut her off, his words like a slap across her face. "It's over."

Audrey gasped, bolting upright in her bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her heart was pounding as if she had just sprinted a mile. For a moment, she was disoriented, unsure if she was still trapped in that awful argument with Frank or if it had been just another nightmare. She touched her forehead, feeling the dampness of her skin. "What is wrong with me?" she muttered, her breath still shallow.

She rubbed her face with both hands, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety. The memory of Frank's words still echoed in her mind, making her stomach churn. Sh