Her breaths came in quick gasps as she slammed the hotel room door shut in frustration. She pulled out her phone from her bag and sent him one final message: "I’m not coming back tonight. I’m tired. I’ll be staying at a hotel." She set the phone aside and slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, trying to calm herself after the storm of emotions that had consumed her.

But before she could change her clothes, the door burst open violently, crashing against the wall. She gasped, eyes wide, her body frozen in place.

He stepped in with steady, purposeful strides, his gaze burning with suppressed fury. Without saying a word, he shut the door behind him with his foot and grabbed her by the waist, pinning her between him and the wall.

In a low, thunderous voice, he said: "Did you really think you could run from me? In my hotel?"