His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 109

Everlife Boxing Gym.

Niamh had spent the whole afternoon pounding away at the heavy bag.

She'd trained in kickboxing years ago—picked up some solid boxing skills, too—but it'd been a long time since she'd really given it her all.

The hanging bag swung back hard, rebounding straight into her face and leaving her cheek flaming red.

Niamh slumped down onto the mat, and suddenly the tears wouldn't stop.

She'd been drugged and assaulted.

And the one who'd done it was Daniel—a bloated, disgusting man whose face now haunted her.

Niamh's jaw clenched with hatred, a twisting knot of nausea and pain tightening inside her.

After stumbling out of the hotel, she hadn't gone back to work or bothered calling in sick. She'd wandered straight into the first boxing gym she found, desperate to hit something, anything, until she felt empty.

But no matter how hard she fought, the filth clinging to her skin refused to wash away.

That night, as she left the gym, a friend request popped up from an unfamiliar account.

She never accepted strangers. But the message attached caught her eye: Want to see what I captured last night?

Last night. The words sent a chill up her spine.

Heart hammering, she accepted the request. Within seconds, a photo arrived.

There she was, sprawled across a hotel bed.

A man's body was draped over hers.

The angle showed only her face and the man's back, but it didn't matter; both of them were clearly, unmistakably naked.

Niamh's hand started to tremble.

Under the streetlights, her face looked bloodless, her lips bitten raw.

Overnight, her world had collapsed.

Being violated by Daniel was hell enough. Now some stranger had snapped a photo and was using it to threaten her.

So this was what despair felt like.

Niamh stared at the image, furious enough to hurl her phone across the street.

But in the end, her arm dropped. Smashing her phone wouldn't solve a thing.

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