Natalie’s POV

Social media? Who cares about social media? How could he stand here and ask me about social media while my body is in this state?

How could he do this to me? After his private time with Debbie, he dared to touch me? To treat me like trash? I couldn’t tolerate looking into his eyes, not after seeing those ugly bruises that covered my skin, evident from his occupation of my body.

He slammed the door with the flat heel of his shoe, his cold eyes piercing into me, emanating a dark aura that seemed to fill the room. After a quick glance, sizing him up, I averted...