The Enemy's Ex-Wife (Completed)

All I could hear was my breathing. My chest burned, each gasp for air a sharp, desperate plea against the silence of the forest. My home—no, my ex-home—was a dark stain amidst the towering trees, a place where secrets festered and screams were swallowed whole. If someone wished to commit murder, this was the perfect stage, for no one would ever find the body.

This isolated expanse belonged to one man: Giovanni Russo, my ex-husband. He was a shadow that had clung to me for too long, but now, finally, I was free. No one knew I had escaped… at least not yet.

I kept running, the only sounds the pounding of my heart and the rustle of leaves beneath my worn shoes. The growls of unseen animals echoed from the depths of the woods, a primal chorus I’d never heard before. I had always been locked away, a prisoner in my own life, forbidden from stepping beyond the walls of his control.

Fear, a cold serpent, coiled in my stomach. Yet, believe it or not, the animals were not my greatest terror. My ex-husband finding me again? That was the true nightmare.