You Abandoned The Wrong Woman

My mother-in-law, Beatrice, burst into my room without knocking, her voice shrill with anxiety. She wanted to know why David wasn't back yet. We were supposed to leave for the airport in two hours.

I silently tapped the power button on my phone, the screen going black as my heart turned to stone.

She didn't know. David was never coming back for us.

In fact, he didn’t even intend for us to make it out of this city alive.

It started as a family vacation—a luxury getaway that turned into a nightmare when the civil unrest flared into a full-scale coup. We were trapped.