Chapter 2

My fingers trembled as I typed: "Who is this?"

The reply came instantly: "An ally."

"How can I trust you?"

"Do you have a choice?"

I glanced around our bedroom - the perfect prison Nathaniel had built. The text was right. With a husband plotting my demise and his network of spies everywhere, my options were limited.

"No, I don't. What should I do?"

"Pack clothes and essentials. Car will be waiting outside mansion in 30 mins. Black sedan, tinted windows."

I jumped off the bed and grabbed my largest suitcase from the walk-in closet.

"How do I know this isn't one of Nathaniel's traps?"

"Would your husband give you a chance to escape?"

The response hit me like a punch to the gut. No, he wouldn't. He'd already planned my "breakdown" down to the last detail.

"30 minutes isn't much time"

"It's all we have. He'll be home in 90. Pack light, pack smart."

I yanked open drawers, grabbing only what I needed - clothes, passport, the emergency cash I'd hidden behind my jewelry box. My hands brushed against the diamond necklace Nathaniel had given me for our anniversary. I left it there.

"What about security cameras?"

"Handled. Focus on packing."

My heart raced as I stuffed the last items into my suitcase. "Done. Now what?"

"Walk out front door normally. Don't run. Don't look suspicious. You're just going for a drive."

I took one last look at the room where I'd lived my lie of a perfect marriage. "On my way down."

"Good. And Victoria?"

"Yes?"

"Leave your phone behind. He's tracking it."

I placed the phone on the nightstand, grabbed my suitcase, and walked toward whatever waited for me in that black sedan.

I stepped out of the mansion's front doors, my heart thundering against my ribs. The night air hit my face as I walked down the curved driveway, my heels clicking against the pavement. Past the iron gates, a black sedan idled under a broken streetlight, just beyond where the security cameras could catch it.

My fingers clutched the suitcase handle tighter. The rear door opened before I reached it, spilling warm light onto the sidewalk. I slipped inside, and the door closed with a soft thud.

The car pulled away from the curb. In the dim interior, I turned to find a man in a tailored suit sitting beside me. The amber glow from passing streetlights caught the sharp angles of his face.

"Mrs. Lane." His voice carried a slight Italian accent. "I trust you weren't followed?"

I shook my head, still gripping my suitcase like a lifeline. "Who are you?"

"Leonardo Rossi." He extended his hand. "But please, call me Leo. How are you holding up?"

The genuine concern in his voice caught me off guard. After weeks of Nathaniel's calculated smiles and hollow words, the simple question nearly broke my composure.

"I-" My voice cracked. "I don't know. Everything's happening so fast."

"I understand." Leo's hand retreated to straighten his tie. "It's not easy walking away from your life, even when that life has become dangerous."

I studied his profile in the passing lights, trying to gauge if I'd just traded one trap for another. But something in his demeanor - the way he kept a respectful distance, how his eyes held worry instead of calculation - made me want to trust him.

"Thank you," I whispered. "For helping me."

"We have a common enemy in your husband, Mrs. Lane. And I protect those who need it."

"I don't usually do this myself," Leo said, his gaze fixed on the passing city lights. "Normally I'd send my underlings for such operations."

"Underlings?" I shifted in my seat. "What do you mean?"

"All will be explained soon enough, Mrs. Lane." He turned to face me, his expression softening. "For now, I want you to focus on feeling safe. You're under my protection."

Something in his voice, that mix of authority and genuine concern, made my shoulders relax for the first time in weeks. I let my hand drift to my stomach, the gentle curve still barely noticeable under my blouse. The memory of Nathaniel's office conversation flooded back - his cold voice as he discussed my "unfortunate accident" with someone, the casual way he planned to eliminate both me and our unborn child.

"A glass of water?" Leo offered, reaching for a built-in compartment.

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. The crystal tumbler felt cool against my palm, grounding me in the present moment. Here, in this car with this mysterious man, I felt more secure than I had in my own home for weeks.

"Thank you." I took a sip. "For coming yourself. But why did you?"

Leo's eyes met mine, dark and serious. "That's a conversation for when we reach somewhere safer. For now, just know that you're not alone in this anymore."