After the Forced Love Faded
Language: en
Today marks my third year as Rowan's captive. He changed overnight. He ripped out every security camera in the bedroom. Wiped his phone completely clean. Then he pulled open the heavy oak doors of the estate. His face was a blank mask. He told me he did not need me anymore. He told me to go home. Home? I had lived here for three years. Without this place, I had nowhere else to go. I stood frozen in the doorway. My hands felt utterly useless. I wondered if he was sick. I reached out to press my palm against his forehead, checking for a fever. But the second my fingers neared his skin, he…