CHAPTER 3
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Anglia slipped into the luxurious bedroom, her sultry gaze locked on Ray. She wore a stunning silk nightgown, its delicate straps sliding off her shoulders.
"Hey, handsome," Anglia whispered, her voice husky. "I've been craving you all day."
Ray looked up from his book, his eyes locked on Anglia's tantalizing curves. "Hey, Anglia. Just finishing this chapter."
Anglia's fingers traced the contours of his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Forget the book. I have a better story to tell."
Ray's resolve weakened, but he pushed her hand away. "Not now, Anglia. I'm almost done."
Anglia's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll make it worth your while," she purred, her lips grazing his ear.
Ray shifted away; his expression strained. "I have an early meeting tomorrow. Need to get some rest, babe."
Anglia's persistence didn't waver. She straddled him, her nightgown shimmering in the dim light. "Just one kiss?"
Ray's grip on his book tightened. "Anglia, I've got a headache. Maybe tomorrow?"
Anglia's breath whispered against his neck. "I'll make the pain disappear."
Ray's eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling. But he forced himself to push her away gently. "Not tonight, my love."
Anglia's smile faltered, confusion and hurt flashing in her eyes. "What's going on, Ray? You've been avoiding me for weeks."
Ray's evasive gaze darted around the room. "Just stressed with work, that's all."
Anglia's voice trembled. "Is everything okay between us? Did I do something wrong?"
Ray's tone softened, but his distance remained. "No, Anglia. Everything's fine. Just give me some space, am trying to figure out how we’ll build how company?"
Anglia slid off him, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. The silence stretched, filled with unspoken doubts.
Anglia watched Ray leave the house, feeling a mix of emotions. She walked back to the couch, her eyes drifting to her phone.
A text message flashed on the screen.
"Where were you? You didn't show up at the coffee shop. I needed to tell you something important."
The message was from the unknown number.
Ray's heart skipped a beat.
She had completely forgotten about the mysterious message.
"Who is this?" Anglia typed.
The response came quickly.
"The one who saved you from the reporters. Meet me at the same location today at 5 pm. Come alone."
Anglia's unease grew.
What did this stranger want?
And why was he so insistent?
She hesitated, then typed.
"I'm not coming. Tell me what you want over the phone."
The response was immediate.
"No. Face-to-face. Your life depends on it."
Anglia's breath caught.
What did he mean?
Was she in danger?
Her mind racing, Anglia felt a surge of fear.
She considered telling Ray, but something held her back.
Maybe it was the stranger's warning.
Or maybe it was her own curiosity.
Whatever the reason, Anglia decided to keep the message a secret from her husband
For now.
She deleted the conversation, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.
But the stranger's words lingered.
"Your life depends on it."
What did he know?
And what did he want from her?
Anglia's eyes drifted to the clock.
5 pm was just a few hours away.
Would she dare to meet the stranger alone?
Anglia arrived at the coffee shop, scanning the room for the stranger.
He sat in the corner; his eyes locked onto hers.
"Thanks for coming," he said, his voice low.
Anglia slid into the chair opposite him.
"Who are you?" Anglia demanded.
The stranger smiled.
"My name is Marcus. I've been watching you, Anglia."
"Watching me?" Anglia repeated, unease creeping in.
"Yes. I know your husband, Ray. He's not what he seems."
Anglia's eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?"
Marcus leaned in.
"Ray has bad intentions, Anglia. He's using you for your family's wealth and connections."
Anglia's face heated.
"That's not true!"
Marcus's expression turned serious.
"Think about it, Anglia. How much do you really know about Ray's past?"
Anglia hesitated.
"Enough," she said firmly.
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Then why did he marry you in such haste?"
Anglia's confidence wavered.
"Love," she whispered.
Marcus's eyes filled with pity.
"You deserve better, Anglia. Someone who truly loves you."
Anglia stood, anger and doubt swirling.
"I won't listen to this."
Marcus grabbed her hand.
"Be careful, Anglia. Your life depends on it."
Anglia jerked free.
"I can take care of myself."
As she stormed out, Marcus's words lingered.
"Your life depends on it."
Doubt crept into Anglia's mind.
Was Ray truly the man she thought he was?
Or was Marcus telling the truth?
Anglia's heart raced.
She couldn't shake the feeling.
Something wasn't right.
That night, Anglia lay in bed, her mind racing with Marcus's words.
Ray slid into bed beside her, noticing her tension.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Ray asked, his voice soft.
Anglia hesitated, unsure how to share her doubts.
"Just stressed," she whispered.
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