“Marguerite, there’s a limit to how reckless you can be.”
Benjamin’s gaze was steely, disappointment etched across his face. His voice was cold. “If you tell me where Fiona is right now, I’ll let the past go.”
She didn’t flinch. “I told you, I have no idea where Fiona is.”
Marguerite looked Benjamin straight in the eye, her words measured and unwavering. “I had nothing to do with Fiona’s abduction.”
The next moment, Benjamin’s hand clamped hard around Marguerite’s throat.
His fingers tightened. Marguerite’s breath hitched; darkness crept into her vision, panic clawing at her chest. Just as she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, a shrill ringtone cut through the room.
Benjamin released her.
On the other end of the line, his assistant’s voice came through: they’d found Fiona.
Without another glance at Marguerite, Benjamin turned on his heel and strode briskly toward the door.
Marguerite slumped to the floor, her face ghostly pale. Finger-shaped bruises bloomed across her delicate neck, stark and terrifying.
Downstairs, the sound of an engine rumbled to life and faded away into the distance.
She sat for a moment, forcing her ragged breath to steady, then slowly pushed herself to her feet. Staggering to the bathroom, she caught sight of her reflection—disheveled and shaken—and the tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over.
She and Benjamin had been together for seven years.
Seven years, and still, that wasn’t enough for him to trust her.
Marguerite drew a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. She washed her face, cleaned herself up, and dabbed ointment on the bruises around her neck. Exhausted, she dragged herself to bed and soon fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
***
Early the next morning, Marguerite’s phone buzzed with a text from her assistant.
[Ms. Taylor, Mr. Foster’s office just announced an emergency board meeting. Did you get the notice?]


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