Andera's Pov

“No, please stop st..”

I struggled to get the words out, the man's hands held my neck tightly. I couldn't breathe.

“St..” I wheezed. He squeezed more, crushing my windpipe; I could feel my air constricting. Is this how I die? What would happen to Timmy and Tiffany? Would they ever know their real father? Would they ever smile again? Tears ran down my face.

“Enough.” Someone ordered, and the man instantly stopped trying to kill me. I sucked in a deep greedy breath, my throat burning; I placed my hands around my sore neck.

“See how pathetic you are now.” The person spoke again. A woman, with...