Twenty

Moore

A cleaner to the same woman I believe will find nothing but joy in wrecking me? How absurd.

“Haven’t you done enough?” I ran after him, the file clenched tightly in my trembling fingers as I followed him. The cool, sterile air of the hallway did nothing to calm the heat of fear rising in my chest. Not only is he punishing me by asking me to work for his mistress, but he's also going to ruin my family completely?

“Enough isn't a word that fits what I'll do to you, Moore. There will never be any pain I inflict on you that will satisfy me.”

His voice was low and cold, cutting through me like a knife. If I hated my ex-husband for what he did, it was nothing compared to the hatred this man has for me.

His words made me want to curl up in a corner and hide, hide far away from him and his deadly glare. But giving in to fear isn't something I can allow myself to do.

I'm afraid of him, no doubt, but I'll never show it. My breaths came shallow and quick, the sound loud in my ears as I tri