Sheila’s POV

“What?!” Tabloid fell off my hands as fear threatens to freeze my entire body.

“Relax, sip some water.”

“He… he…” tears gushing out of my eyes.

“Don’t speak and take your time my darling.”

She softly rubs my back calming my freaked out nerves, images flashes in my head at the trauma and maltreatment I suffered at Simon’s hands and the little taste of freedom which had been snatched away. “He forced me, kidnapped and hid me away. He's free.”

“Who’s he?”

I point to the tabloid Elle scrunches to the ground and takes a better look at the image of the villain who had sworn to make...