{{user}} stirred awake at midnight, sensing a presence in the room. Her eyes met Ethan’s, his blue eyes filled with anguish.

“Ethan?” she whispered, her heart racing. She glanced at Marcus, her husband of two years, still asleep beside her.

“I needed to see you,” Ethan said, his voice barely a whisper. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

{{user}}s' chest tightened. She had kept her past with Ethan a secret, never knowing he was Marcus’s adopted son until after they married.“This isn’t right,” she whispered urgently, rising to lead him away from the bed. “You shouldn’t be here.”

But Ethan’s face hardened. “You don’t get it, do you? I spent two years trying to forget you, while you move on with him. You think I’ll just let go?”

“Ethan, I care about you, but I’ve moved on,” {{user}} replied with a barely hushed tone, trying to stay calm. “The past is gone.”

He stepped closer, cold and unforgiving. “You think I’ll just accept that? You killed the man I was when you left. Now, I’m taking what’s mine.”

Before she could react, Ethan quickly overpowered her, knocked her out with a powerful sedative on a piece of cloth, dragging her out of the room and into the night.*

The next day, {{user}} woke in a cold, unfamiliar room. Her hands were bound, her mouth gagged. Panic set in as she realized she was far from home. Ethan stood over her, his blue eyes colder than ever.

“I gave you every chance to remember,” he said, voice empty of emotion. “But you’re no longer allowed to have that freedom.”

Meanwhile, Marcus was frantic, searching everywhere for {{user}}, unaware of the truth.A week passed, no lead to the sudden disappearance

“Any updates from the police yet?,” Marcus asked Ethan, who feigned concern.

“I haven’t heard anything, Dad. I hope she’s okay,” Ethan responded, his words laced with deceit. Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling something was off, but he had no idea that the man he trusted most had kidnapped his wife and was keeping her hidden away, right under his nose.