Chapter 5

Audrey POV:

My hand trembled as I fumbled with my dead phone, trying to make some noise, anything, to ward off the encroaching terror. The rideshare driver, a hulking man with a greasy ponytail, was already getting out of his car, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the streetlamp. He looked at me like a predator sizing up its prey. My past trauma, the attempted kidnapping, screamed in my mind. Every instinct urged me to run, but my legs felt like lead.

Just then, my phone, miraculously, flickered to life. One bar. One last gasp of battery. My emergency contact. Brandon. I pressed his number, my finger shaking. The call connected.

"Hello?" A woman's voice. Kristal. My heart plummeted to my feet.

"Kristal?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the pounding rain and the thumping of my own heart.

"Oh, it's you, Audrey," she drawled, a smirk audible in her voice. "Brandon's in the shower. He can't come to the phone right now."

My world went black. He was in the shower. With her. While I was out here, alone, in the dark, with a potential threat looming right in front of me. The fear was quickly replaced by a cold, burning rage.

"Don't worry," Kristal continued, her voice dripping with venom. "I won't tell him you called. Wouldn't want to disturb their little reunion, would we?"

My blood ran cold. The driver was closer now, his shadow stretching towards me. I had to think. Fast.

"Kristal," I said, forcing my voice to be calm, "I'm in trouble. I'm near the old Oakwood bridge, on Elm Street. Please, just tell Brandon. I need help." I gambled, hoping a shred of humanity, or even just the fear of being implicated, would make her act.

"Trouble?" Kristal scoffed. "Audrey, honey, you always cause drama. You can take care of yourself." Her voice hardened. "Brandon just got out of the shower. He's tired. We're about to go to sleep."

Sleep. With my husband. The word was a knife twisting in my gut.

"I' m going to turn off my phone now, Audrey," Kristal said, her voice chillingly sweet. "We need some alone time, if you catch my drift. You handle your own mess, okay?"

The line went dead. The silence that followed was terrifying.

The driver lunged.

My scream was a strangled gasp. I stumbled back, his heavy hand grabbing my arm. The reek of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne filled my nostrils, bringing back vivid, terrifying memories. My mind flashed to the pepper spray Brandon had given me, still clutched in my other hand. He had given it to me as a joke, a token gesture. Now, it was my only weapon.

With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I brought my hand up, aiming for his face. A blinding spray of white mist erupted, catching him full on. He roared, releasing my arm, clutching his face.

This was my chance. I slammed my knee into his groin, a desperate, powerful blow. He doubled over, groaning in pain. I didn' t wait. I turned and ran, blindly, into the heavy rain, my lungs burning, my heart a frantic drum.

I didn't stop until I found a dense thicket of bushes, a small, dark haven in the storm. I crawled inside, pulling branches around me, my body shaking uncontrollably. I pressed my hands over my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to escape. I could hear the driver's curses, his frantic movements, but they grew fainter. He was looking for me, but he couldn't see me. Not yet.

He got back in his car, slamming the door. The engine roared, tires squealing as he sped away. He was gone.

My body slumped, relief and terror warring within me. Tears streamed down my face, hot and silent. I was safe, for now. But the image of Brandon and Kristal, in our home, going to sleep together, hammered at me. He had allowed this. He had enabled this.

My phone, still clutched in my numb hand, flickered once more. A notification. A new blog post. From Kristal Gibson. My heart sank. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't stop myself.

The post showed a blurry photo of Brandon's strong back, his arm wrapped around Kristal, her head nestled against his shoulder. The caption read: "So good to be home. After all these years, some things never change. #Soulmates #Reunited #TrueLove."

My entire body began to tremble. Home. Our home. He was with her. While I was almost... My throat closed up. He had left me to die. He had ignored my calls, allowed Kristal to mock my pleas for help. He had knowingly put me in danger for her.

The rage that had been simmering beneath the surface boiled over. This wasn't just infidelity. This was a profound betrayal of trust, of safety, of everything I thought we had. This was unforgivable.

Marriage? What marriage? He certainly didn't act like a husband. He acted like a man consumed by a past love, using me as a bandage, a convenient placeholder.

I wouldn't let him do it anymore. I wouldn't let her do it anymore.

A cold, hard resolve settled in my heart. Tomorrow, I was getting a divorce. No. I wasn't getting a divorce. I was getting out. I was getting free.

I used the last sliver of power on my phone to search for the nearest motel, any place to spend the night. It was miles away. I started walking, the rain still falling, but the fire inside me kept me going. I trudged through the puddles, my clothes heavy, my body aching.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached a shabby motel. I paid with the last of my cash, too exhausted to care about the shoddy room. I showered, washing away the grime, the fear, the lingering scent of that man, and the bitter taste of betrayal. Then, I collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.