I was not supposed to arrive early for the early flight, but I did. The perfect marriage life I once thought was broken in front of me. I watched my husband and my trusted assistant cheat on me. 
The wrong suitcase led me to meet the man I had ignored. Can it help me find a new love life?
How will Hannah retaliate in the face of betrayal? Can Hannah find new love?

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There was something about Hannah that pulled me in, something I couldn't even explain. Even now, I know she is married, I found myself thinking about her more than I should. 
The way her eyes lit up when she smiled, the way she laughed with such genuine joy—it was all so captivating. I wanted to be the one to make her smile, to be the one she turned to when she needed someone.
But then, reality hit me—she was still talking to Michael. The minutes ticked by, and I began to feel of jealousy. Did married couples have that much to discuss? How long could they possibly talk? Would Hannah ever want to talk to me for that long? These thoughts gnawed at me, making me restless.

Wrong Taken, True Passion

　　My wrists ached from the rough rope that bound them tightly to the chair. The darkness of the warehouse felt oppressive, the air thick with the stench of oil and dust.


　　I couldn't tell how long I had been here, hours, maybe a full day, but the weight of exhaustion pressed down on me. I had been kidnapped and brought to this godforsaken place, held by people who had every intention of scaring me into silence.


　　The gang. I knew it was them. The threats had been piling up for days, but I didn't think they'd follow through. It is foolish, maybe, to believe that justice could be pursued without consequences when going up against people this dangerous.


　　They wanted me to drop the case, to stay away from the court tomorrow, but that wasn't going to happen. Not if I could help it.


CHAPTER 62: Held Captive