Open Marriage, Broken Promises: When Love Turns to Ashes novel Chapter 8

Her defiant attitude was like a spark hitting the edge of a powder keg.

The man raised his voice.

"You're dressed like that, clearly looking for business."

"Why play hard to get now?"

As he spoke, his hand moved toward her chest.

Emily panicked, gripping her phone and smashing it against the man's head.

Thud—

The man yelped in pain, clutching his head.

Seizing the moment, Emily bolted.

Behind her, the man's curses echoed.

The area was deserted, with few people around.

She couldn't rely on anyone else—she had to save herself.

Then, she spotted an abandoned construction site.

Overgrown with weeds, she found a corner and squeezed herself into hiding.

Her trembling fingers scrolled through her contacts, and without hesitation, she called James. He was the most likely person to come and save her.

Once...

Twice...

The call went from a busy signal to dead silence.

Footsteps grew closer on the construction site.

Emily clenched her jaw, holding her breath.

Don't panic.

You can't panic.

She forced herself to stay calm, the metallic taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

She'd bitten her lip too hard.

Suddenly, her phone lit up.

Relief washed over her.

Was it James texting her back?

She glanced down—Lily's voice message.

"Hell, for a slut like you, that's too much."

The slap left her dazed, but she clawed her way forward, reaching for her phone.

She had no pride left—she'd even beg Lily for help if she had to.

Her fingers barely brushed the screen—

The voice message played.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the air.

A low, familiar growl.

"You're not scared Emily's gonna come back for you?"

"She's just throwing a tantrum."

"Then… mmm…"

Lily's voice cut off.

James exhaled, satisfied.

"If you have time to worry, your mouth's not busy enough."