The Gift

When Myra woke up, she found herself to be alone, and the other side of the bed was cold, meaning Abram had woken a while ago. She was still in a daze, thinking about how she ended up in his apartment, but what could she do? This was her biggest chance.

Knowing how stubborn Abram was when he wanted to be, she had to take the bait. Either suffer for three months with him or get stuck with him for a longer time. Not to forget, with the birth of the baby, it will be more difficult to get out of his claws.

I only have to survive for three months with him, she told herself. She took a deep breath to start the day with a mission. A mission to not get influenced by him, a mission not to let him manipulate her already messed up hormones.

“It shouldn’t be difficult. The worst has passed; he said he won’t touch me,” she murmured to herself while taking a shower.

When she turned the shower off and was looking for clothes, at that moment, it struck her. Her clothes.

She didn’t know she would