Jack sauntered out of the bedroom, his casual movement clashing with the storm inside me. He glanced at the scattered boxes I had sorted, remnants of my old life, before landing on my furious expression.
He failed to grasp the anger boiling within me, fueled by months of him covertly tracking my every move and capturing my intimate moments without consent. The memory of him taking me from my home and family washed over me like a chilling wave.
I rose to my full height, meeting his gaze with a defiance that burned in my chest. He crossed his arms, eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise, an arrogant smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Don’t you dare act like I’m the one at fault here! Stalking me? What, did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I spat, my words sharp and filled with veno
