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BEATRICE:

I may hate my ex-husband right now, but as of the moment, I just wanted him to come here and save me from whoever was trying to enter. My heart was screaming for his presence and not anyone else.

What about his woman?

I closed my eyes momentarily and opened them again, wanting to forget about that woman. Not now.

“Beatrice. I’m going there. You have to hang on, okay?” I could hear his panic on the other side of the line. Who would have thought that the calmest person I knew would panic like this?

And who would have thought that his voice would be this soothing which I usually found irritating on some special occasions?

I tasted bile on my throat as I waited for the burglar to enter the room while preparing myself for the worst thing to happen.

Whatever happens, no matter what will happen to me, I will protect my son.

"Beatrice. Are you still in there?" he asked, his voice already coated with panic. "Damn it. You have to speak if you don’t want me to tell the driver to ma