CHAPTER 3

Deep hurt pierced through my heart as I made my way to my car with a blurry vision.

My heartbeat fastened with every step that I took. Immediately, I opened my car and rushed inside and closed it. Trying to close all the beautiful memories that filled my head.

“No” I screamed as I hit my hands on the steering wheel. My heart heavy with anger. How could Chad just sweep everything we had under the carpet? All the memories we had from the university down to this time.

Something wet and salty flowed down my cheeks and landed on my lips. I realized that I had started crying again.

I shook my head. He was not worth my tears, but each time I said that, I remembered the five years of dating and five years of marriage he ended because of her.

The sadness slowly turned into rage. My heart ached from the anger I felt. I had given up my dreams of being the CEO of a jewelry company to work as an accountant in his company.

I knew I was more than that. I deserved more than that position, but I did it just to make him happy. Someone like me, who had a 5.0gpa from Harvard, should not be here.

I slowly wiped my tears. Chad and Becky may think that they have won, but I will surely have the last smile.

I turned on my car and drove out of the hospital to my house. Once I got home, I would tell the world what they both did with my blog.

I will drag their reputation to the ground.

My veins tightened around the steering as I tried to clear my head and drive properly. My phone rang from my bag.

I marched the brakes to pick the call, but the car kept moving.

I furrowed my eyebrows. What was happening? I stepped on my car brakes again, still no sign. Instead, the speed increased.

“What!” I shouted. How did this happen? My car was a brand new one.

My heart beat increased at the thought of having an accident. The car was in excellent condition this morning.

I stepped on the brake again and again, willing for it to stop, but to no avail. I had lost full control of the car. I stretched my hands to call Bailey. Maybe she would be able to get here quickly and rush me to the hospital.

The purse fell. I held the steering wheel while trying to pick it up. A screeching sound followed. Everything around me lost balance. I fell down and hit my head on a hard surface.

I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a comforting darkness.

My eyelid felt heavy, someone was talking to me, but the voice seemed far away. I closed my eyes again as I tried to remember what happened.

The memory rushed to me, blurry at first. My husband’s betrayal, the car break, the accident. I sat up immediately, awake, even though my head was still throbbing.

I was in an abandoned warehouse. A guy sat at my front, pointing a gun at me.

Fear trickled within me. How did I get here?

He cleared his throat and brought my attention back to him.

“You are finally awake,” his deep lethal voice said. He caressed the mouth of the gun with his thumb.

“Who are you?” I asked in a whisper. I still felt dizzy from the accident.

He sighed and sat up. “That’s none of your business. I need something important from you or I am going to kill you,” he informed.

I nodded with understanding. My dress was still stained. I needed to leave here and go to the hospital.

“I need all the passwords for your social media account and your card,” he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Anger filled up within me. “You kidnapped me from an accident to ask me for my password instead of taking me to the hospital!” I shouted.

Why would he want my password?

He glared at me, and chills ran through me. I hope I did not anger him.

“Why don’t you ask your husband what he wants with this code? I am only doing my job,” he said and threw a book at me. “Write it down and I will let you go”.

Fresh needle of pain pierced through my heart. Chad had sent someone to kill me. Did he hate me that much? I asked myself.

I picked up the biro and wrote it down. He just wanted to take away everything from me and, although it was painful, it was better than dying.

“Good girl,” he said in a deep voice. He took the papers from my thighs and clicked the gun.

Fear washed with me, giving me goosebumps. But, "You said you would let me go,” I said in a pleading voice.

He shrugged. “I was sent on a message Mrs. karma”

I closed my eyes, waiting for my death to come.

Bang! The door opened, revealing an unfamiliar man. “I leave you with two options. You kill her and I kill you. You let her go and I pay you five hundred thousand dollars,” a calm yet lethal voice spoke.

I raised up my eyes to meet my savior. He was clothed in a gray suit and trousers and had this dangerous aura revolving around him. My heart dropped when I met his face.

It was Jace, my ex-husband's rival. Is he not meant to be in jail?.

My killer’s muscles tensed as he glared at me. He quietly dropped the gun and turned to jace.

“The money,” he said.

A crooked smile crept across Jace’s face. He shoved his left hand into his pocket and brought out something.

Before the man could say anything. He shot him. I watched as the man fell down. Blood dripped from his head.

My heart race increased as his dark eyes moved towards me. Chills crept to my feet.

He moved to the chair the man had sat down on a minute ago. He unbuttoned his suit and dropped the gun on the table beside him.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a lethal chilling v

oice. “Now, Mrs. Karma. I guess it’s time we have a little chat,” he said.