Mia’s POV
How did I go from being so carefree and happy talking about things like books and TV shows, to trembling in fear as my face turned pale? There would always be only one answer to that—my husband, Eric Prentiss.
Who else?
The last person I expected to run into at that hotel bar was Eric, but somehow I was spotted by him, sitting at a table with Aaron, laughing and chatting. Normally, it wasn’t such a big thing, but he had ordered me to stay home ever since I received the second threat and when my father instructed me to head to his office to sign the documents, I didn’t tell Eric about it. Perhaps it was because I knew that he wouldn’t allow me to go and I really needed to get out of the house, or because the memories of what he did to me the last time I went out still haunted m
