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Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 819

Clad in a black trench coat, his hat casting shadows over his sinister grin, he looked like a villain straight out of a horror movie.

He approached her, and with several swift thrusts of his knife, she collapsed to the ground.

As she lay there, her eyes wide with terror, she watched him, bloodied knife in hand, advancing towards her child. One step, then another... getting closer and closer.

The fear was overwhelming; the thought of her child coming to harm was unbearable.

She tried to stand, to rush at him, but her legs wouldn't hold her.

She attempted to drag her bloodied form forward, fingernails scraping against the ground, but she couldn't move.

All she could do was watch helplessly as the perpetrator neared her child, feeling a despair so intense it choked her...

Now awake, the memory of the dream still shook her to the core, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Tarquin held her tightly, trying to comfort her,

"Elysia, I've actually known about our daughter for a while now, but I wasn't sure if the information was reliable, so I didn't mention it.

I know you get scared easily, and I didn't want you to worry unnecessarily.

Our daughter is indeed out there, and I'm 100% certain she's safe.

Remember those antiques I showed you the other day? Our daughter is with him. You've seen his paintings. He loves her and wouldn't harm her.

And the messages you received today were just to scare you, with no mention of harming our daughter. So, for now, you don't need to worry about her safety."

Elysia looked at him, surprised that he had known about their daughter all along.

But then she slowly calmed down. He was right; the man wouldn't harm someone he loved.

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