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Amy's worst fears didn't come to pass. Ross didn't take her to some dark, secluded place or force her into something she couldn't resist. 

Instead, he simply brought her to an upscale club, where he acted as if everything was normal. 

They danced, drank, and Ross even introduced her to a few acquaintances, all while wearing his usual confident smirk.

Amy, however, felt like a doll being paraded around. Every move she made was stiff, every smile forced. 

She couldn't relax, not with William's beaten face burned into her mind. 

Every second spent in Ross's presence felt like walking on a tightrope, teetering over the abyss.

Eventually, at midnight, Ross drove her home. He didn't try to enter her house, didn't make any further demands—he simply smirked and said, "Sweet dreams, Amy."

She barely managed to mutter a response before rushing inside, locking every door behind her.