ManyWriters

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Wright Charlotte, was not with me.
His private jet had taken him and his assistant to a Michelin-starred restaurant instead.
When he returned, he presented me with an exquisite blue diamond ring to make amends.
"Rannie, darling. I'm just so buried in work."
The next day, I saw a limited-edition vintage sports car, far more valuable, parked in his assistant's designated spot.
Then, they made love in my house while I was sleeping.
To keep me pacified, Wright drowned me in luxury.
The haute couture gowns and exclusive handbags felt like a mockery.
I glanced at the calendar.
The countdown began: fourteen days.
Before I left, I prepared a gift for my husband and give him a ... surprise.

Screw the Diamonds, I'm Done.

"Get out of the car!" Wright roared. He grabbed Lucia by the arm, dragging her from the seat and throwing her onto the cold asphalt of the driveway.


Lucia screamed as her body slammed against the hard ground. Wright stood over her, his finger trembling with fury as he pointed it at her face.


"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you talk to my Rannie like that?! You are nothing! A toy for when I'm bored!"


His voice rose with every word. "If I can't find my wife, you will pay for what you've done!"


With that, he stormed back towards the car, his mind consumed with a single thought: find Rannie.


Lucia scrambled to her feet, clawing at the car window. "Wright, you can't do this to me! I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your child! Our child!"


Wright froze, a strange, unreadable expression crossing his face. "Child… Yes, the child," he murmured.


A hopeful smile touched Lucia's pale lips.


Chapter 11