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Excruciating pain engulfed my entire body. The agony was unbearable. I let out a muffled groan as the captor pressed his foot onto my hand. "Why isn't he answering?" one kidnapper growled in frustration. "Are we sure we've got the right person?" another questioned. My chest tightened with anguish. I was torn between wanting Ash to answer and hoping he wouldn't, to keep him safe from harm. A piercing cry escaped my lips as my hair was violently yanked. "What's the deal? Why won't he pick up?" Through gritted teeth, I whimpered, "How am I supposed to know his reasons?"

A Desperate Call

Several days had passed since that eventful night, and I couldn't browse my smartphone without encountering snippets of the party pandemonium splashed across various social media platforms.


The footage from the party had become the talk of the town. Online platforms were abuzz with discussions dissecting every second and scrutinizing all aspects of the incident.


It remained a hot topic for weeks, with strangers finding amusement in my actions. For the first time in ages, Astrid experienced a faint glimmer of vindication.


Reactions poured in, with the majority of people firmly supporting my perspective and validating my emotions. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of contentment.


Ash's parents had already cut ties with him and Kate. Rumors circulated that they wanted no involvement with either of them. Rightfully so. They deserved better than the turmoil their son and his supposed wife had created.


Chapter 16