"L-let me go." I struggled to breathe as he tightened his grip on me.
His eyes burned with anger as he glared at me.
"J-jestony, what’s happening to you? Why are you acting like this?" I gasped, my voice barely escaping due to the pressure of his hold.
"And you're still questioning me? If the person I sent hadn't called, would I even know that you met with Clark? You're wearing that outfit that almost exposes your soul. And for what? To seduce him and sleep with him?" He scolded me, his voice dripping with rage.
Desperately, I grasped at his hand around my neck, trying to pry it away.
"I-I have no intention of doing that." My voice trembled with fear.
"No intention? Remember this, Carlotta: you are my wife now. Don't let me catch you talking to him again," Jestony warned, his tone ic
