"I've come to take back my runaway wife!"
His words cut through me like a knife, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I turned to face him, and his icy stare bore into me, freezing me in place.
He draped his coat around me and took my hand, dragging me towards his car. "Drive!" he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. He led me inside the house, his grip firm and unyielding.
The crackling sound of the fireplace was loud because of the quiet atmosphere of the room. Me-Irene Hensley was having a hard time calming my heart's beating after seeing 'him' getting closer to me as he unbuttoned his shirt one by one and took it off, exposing his bare body.
"Didn't I say I'll never let you go? Were my words a joke to you?" His voice was cold and threatening when his glare pierced through me by sending a shiver in my spine as I pushed myself backwards, knowing there was no escape from his grip.
