The click of the gun’s safety disengaging sent a sickening wave of dread through me.
"Tell me the truth," Duke murmured, his lips inches from my ear. "Right now."
Seconds stretched into eternity.
Then, in a desperate move, I blurted out the only thing that could save me.
"I’m pregnant."
Everything stopped.
Duke’s grip loosened. His breath hitched.
Slowly, I turned to face him, my pulse hammering. "I’m pregnant, Duke. How could I not be Britney?"
Silence.
Then, without warning, he grabbed me.
Before I could react, his arms wrapped around me in a crushing embrace.
For a brief moment, I thought I had won.
But then—
Something hard slammed against the side of my head.
Pain exploded.
The world spun violently.
I collapsed.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, my wrists were bound.
The air was damp. Cold. The scent of mold filled my nose.
I was in a basement!
And then, from the speaker mounted in the corner, Duke’s voice filled the room.
His tone was calm. Controlled.
"Good thing I found out that my lovely wife has a twin."
I sucked in a sharp breath.
No. No, no, no—
"You should’ve told me that she has amnesia."
He knew.
He finally knew.
