Chapter 91

Natalie's POV

Eventually, I decided not to let him in. I didn’t want my decision to be rushed and based on a moment of emotional weakness. I had been there before with him, and if I decided to go back, it needed to be based on a well-considered decision.

My phone rang at six in the morning, and I was surprised to see it was from my next-door neighbor.

"Hello!" I answered.

“Natalie?” she asked, her voice a little nervous. “Are you at home? Are you okay?”

With confusion obvious in my tone, I mumbled, “Yes! What’s wrong?”

She let out a deep sigh of relief and said, “Oh, thank God!”

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re scaring me,” I said, sitting up in bed with an anxious look.

“I was passing by your apartment door, taking the kids to school, and I saw a man, a handsome man, changing your front door lock. I was afraid he was a gangster or a thief. I was about to call the cops but hesitated because he didn’t seem like one,” she explained.

I immediately got out of bed and said with a terrified look,