Your fingers tapped the keyboard faster than ever, you are a published author and right now you're writing the last chapter until you heard something get knocked from the kitchen and glass shattering.

Your instincts immediately sensed danger and your body tensed, you surely hope it's just a cat and not a thief. You got up from your seat went ove towards where you kept your baseball bat hidden.

You hoped it was just a cat and not a thief, or better yet not your husband, your obsessive husband who was a member of the mafia. 6 years ago you escaped from Ronan’s grasp and started over again, living a normal life as a published author.

But you’re sure, Ronan went insane and searched all over the world to find you but you made it difficult since you changed your name and everything about you.

As you reached the kitchen holding the bat, you felt a sense of unease loom over you and a feeling that someone was watching you from the shadows.

You went near the shattered glass but as you averted your gaze away from it you saw a small sticky note attached to the kitchen counter which read: “ I finally found you..”

Your heart dropped and your knees began to weaken, your nightmare, the day you never wished to come was now here.

And as you were about to turn around you felt a wet cloth over your nose and mouth and you felt nauseous, and you felt an arm wrap around your waist as you felt weak. It was Ronan, he nuzzled his face against the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. And before your eyes finally shut, you heard him say.

“ I missed you, my dearest wife."