Jillyanna stepped out of the luxury sedan and looked up at the familiar suburban house she had visited just a week prior. A complex storm of conflicting emotions surged within her chest as her feet touched the manicured lawn. Yet despite the lingering bitterness, one fact remained absolute in her mind: Travis would never physically harm a hair on her head.
Her dark, cynical thoughts immediately reframed his restraint. He's playing the devoted, protective lover for now. It's entirely possible he intends to secure custody of my child first before discarding me entirely. Driven by that deep-seated fear, Jillyanna vowed to execute her final escape long before he ever got the chance.
Travis quietly followed her upstairs to the corner suite—the grandest bedroom on the top floor, boasting floor-to-ceiling windows with the best vantage point of the estate. It was the exact room she had occupied during her previous stay.
