DECLAIMER!Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Anne’s POVThe banging from the door gave rise to a groan from my tired lips. At first I found it hard to get my eyes opened due to the tedious work I had to put myself in the previous day, but when the bang came even louder than the first, I sprang to my feet in rage. Ava, my 5 year old daughter, grumbled in her sleep as she tossed to the other side of the tiny bed in discomfort. With the temper still in me, I marched to the door, but on opening the door, all the rage I thought I had in me melted immediately. For the past six month, the house owner knocking on my door, made my heart skip even more than when I remembered Ava’s school fees was due.Sleep left my eyes the same way anger did and

It had been 5 years, but he still looked the same. Those brown eyes that mesmerized me the very day I set my eyes on them. Those same eyes that stopped me from breathing each time they gazed at me. The man who put me in grief for 5 years was right in front of me.I didn’t know what else to do, so I grabbed my bags and started running as fast as I could. My hand shook so much and my legs failed me, causing me to run slower than I earlier did. I didn’t know when he got out of his car until I heard him call my name. “Anne” I stopped dead on track, and was forced to look at him. He was getting drenched under the rain and so were his guards who were out of the two other cars, ready to pick me up if thier boss instructed them to do so. “Don’t you come any closer” I meant to shout that out, but it only came out in a whisper. My lips failed me. It was shut by shock and cold. He still decide to try his luck by coming closer and this time I had the energy to yell. “Don’t you dare come close