Dear Husband (Sinner's Society:ONE) REWRITING***

Chapter 19 (a)

This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

I've an arm secured under my bloated belly. I'm waddling barefoot as fast as my pregnant body permits me, down the hallway.

How did Devil find me in Brazil? The rational side of mind is telling me I'm duped again. My trust been betrayed. But I don't think I've told anyone about Brazil. NO! I've never called anyone from my phone. I've only ever used WhatsApp to contact Tyrin and have not shared my location.

I want to scream for Ronnie but I need all my air for running. At the same time, my lungs feel as if they are shutting down because I'm going into full-on panic mode. For four months, the apartment has been the one place I felt safe. I haven't even told Tyrin about it when we meet two weeks ago and I ran out on Alex fucked and drugged. Now, all the bad in the world have suddenly broken in.

I don't know where is my best friend—my only friend. No sure if he is still alive when Devil is chasing me. I've been forced out of my home and I have nowhere to run for sanctuary. To me, nowhere outside is safe.

I hear Devil behind me, long legs eating up the distance. He'll be on me in seconds.

I try to go faster. I focus on the door to the stairwell at the end of the hallway—I know I don't have time to wait for the elevator. Another ten steps. Five. Three.

I put my hand on the door handle just as I feel Devil's arm go around my waist.

I open my mouth to scream and his hand clamps over it.

And then I'm being dragged back down the hallway to my apartment.