Gabriel slammed the door shut and slipped the keys into his pocket while staring at me with eyes I no longer recognized.
I slowly stepped backward in fear.
“Gabriel… open the door,” I whispered shakily.
But he didn’t move.
Instead, he walked closer and said softly:
“Please, Sarah… don’t make me lose everything.”
I exploded in anger.
“And what about me?! What about your wife?! You want to hand me over to your father?!”
He lowered his head for a moment before replying coldly:
“He won’t hurt you… just do what he asks, and everything will be over.”
At that moment, I realized the man I married was gone.
I rushed toward the window, trying to open it, but Gabriel grabbed my arm tightly for the first time in our marriage.
