Chapter 2

• I was about to cause a scene, but I stopped myself immediately.
• I found myself speechless in front of the man and his son, who looked to be around 6 or 7 years old. The man and the boy looked almost identical, much to my amazement. Their heads turned at my sudden entrance.
• I felt like melting as the man’s liquid brown eyes burned into my flesh like a flame. His lips were set in a rigid line, as if a smile had never touched them. Oh, and he was staring at me as if I were the evil person, and he was only waiting for me to enter the dungeon before punishing me.
• As my eyes scanned his features, I couldn't help but notice his bright red lips and his sharp, pointed nose.
• A sinful thought entered my mind. I imagine his nose slowly sliding into my neck, between my breast, stomach, and legs, and—ooh my gosh! What was I even thinking, anyway?
• I frowned and cleared my throat, trying to push away the unholy thoughts that had invaded my mind. I was a strong, independent woman, and I refused to let my attraction to the opposite sex embarrass me.
• At 25 years old, I was still a virgin, a fact that made me feel like a mythical creature. I had boyfriends in the past, but no one had ever made me feel passionate enough to take that final step into the bedroom.
• But as I caught a glimpse of the adonis, my thoughts spiraled out of control. Even though he was clearly a family man, I couldn't help but feel a deep, primal attraction towards him. The urge to pounce on him like a thirsty animal and assault him with my desires was almost palpable and overwhelming.
• I quickly shook my head to erase such inappropriate thoughts. What was wrong with me, lusting after a man who was already committed to someone else?
• I castigated myself and slapped some sense into my own head.
• “Mommy! You’re home! "The boy excitedly exclaimed, leaping to his feet and sprinting towards me. He tightly hugged my legs, and suddenly, I’m at a loss for a moment.
• I look over at his father, who appears completely relaxed, casually sipping his water. However, despite his calm exterior, I sense a deep-seated anger brewing beneath the surface. His unyielding gaze and stern expression suggest that he would not hesitate to hurt me or throw me in the ocean for the sharks to eat if I were to say and do something wrong.
• The tension in the room becomes more palpable, and I can feel my heart racing. Maybe it was because of this situation that I found myself.
• I rack my brain, desperately trying to recall the sequence of events that led me here. Sadly, I don't remember anything. What the heck happened last night?
• “Son, return to your seat. Let us begin our meal! ”I gasp with that baritone voice!
• The boy enthusiastically replied, "Yes, Daddy,” and returned to his chair.
• I didn't know where to sit at the 8-seater table, so I chose the chair next to the child, who was sitting across from his father.
• I pulled the chair back. I coughed fakely to get rid of the tension around me.
• It was an hour of torture. The boy was the only one talking as we ate. He really seemed delighted to see me and always wanted to hear my thoughts. On the other hand, I can see that his father was warm and affectionate toward him.
• However, every time he would look in my direction, I had a feeling that he was just stopping himself from fully hanging me upside down in front of his son. I would only mock him by raising an eyebrow and looking away.
• My heart pounded in my chest as his son finished his meal and stood up from the table. That concludes the morning breakfast.
• “Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy! I’m off to school now. I love you! ”I can't help but smile at the sweetness of the boy.
• Before he left, he even kissed us both on our cheeks.
• As I watched his back slowly disappear, my mind was preparing for a conversation with this strong man.
• Just as I was about to speak, I heard the man's cold baritone voice. "Don’t do anything stupid. If you try to leave this house, I’ll fucking kill your man," he threatened. I swallow my saliva at the way he looks at me. It's like he finally lost all his patience with me, and no matter what I say or do, he will not believe it anymore.
• "Cut your ties with that man. Don't test my patience anymore. You won't like me mad." His voice was laced with fury. It made me speechless.
• Seriously, how could I explain if I received threats before I could voice out my thoughts?
• “Do you understand? You are not allowed to leave this house. You can't call anyone. You can't go anywhere alone. Don't you ever try to flee, because I will know." He breaks down all his rules and punishments without mercy.
• I was panicking inside, but that didn't show on my face. I only look at him with mockery, as if insulting his words. His face darkened more, and he glared at me.
• Do I really resemble his wife so much that even he mistook me for her? That's quite creepy.
• I shook my head and lowered my spoon and fork. After wiping my lips with the tablecloth, I raised my gaze to meet his.
• "I want to formally introduce myself, sir. My name is Kassandra Ympress, and there are three things you should know about me," I said, trying to remain calm. "First, I am not your wife. I've never been in a marriage or was given birth to a human being. Second, you have mistaken me for your wife, and I don't understand why you couldn't see the difference. Do I really look like her? And third, I understand the source of your anger. Your wife has done terrible things, and it's natural for you to be upset. However, taking it out on someone who isn't your wife is unjust."
• I watched his expression intently. I don't see any changes, though.
• "I was about to show you my identification to prove that I am Kassandra Ympress, but my wallet seems to be missing. My cellphone too." My forehead knotted in confusion. I want to believe that he has my belongings, but he would have found out immediately that he was mistaken if that's the case.
• "If you don't believe me, you can call my father, and he will confirm that I am his daughter," I stated solemnly.
• He didn't respond and just stared at me as if I were speaking different languages. As if the words I said were a puzzle.
• The corner of his mouth abruptly lifted in mockery. I couldn’t look away from it. He had just drank water, and his lips were gleaming. It had a bright crimson color to it. I leaned on my chair and averted my gaze, suddenly forgetting about the situation. What exactly are we discussing again?
• “We’ll do that,” he said with disappointment. “But to be honest, I no longer believe your lies. And let's not forget what happened last month," he snapped. I could feel the anger radiating from him.
• “I’m not lying. I’m really not your wife! ”I protested, but quickly composed myself as I noticed his icy expression.
• “Look, let’s just call my father and get this over with,” I suggested, standing up from my seat. However, I was taken aback when he pointed to my seat as I was about to leave.
• “Return to your seat. We’re not done yet,” he said. I give him a death glare before rushing back to my seat.
• “Are you worried that I may be right? ”I asked, smirking. “Did you know that I have the right to sue you for kidnapping me? You don’t even know who I am! ”
• “Seriously, Veronica, why are you doing this? ”He questioned, his patience wearing thin.
• "Please, call my father so we can sort out this misunderstanding and I can leave," I urged again.
• I didn't run away from my father just to be held captive by someone I didn't even know.