“Where are we going?” I gasped, struggling to keep up with Sarah’s frantic pace.“Just keep running,” she panted, not slowing down. “We need to get out of here before he…”

Her voice trailed off as we reached the service exit. Sarah pushed the door open, and we were met with the cool night air. It was a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside. I took a moment to breathe, my lungs grateful for the fresh air.

“What did you mean by ‘what he planned for me’?” I demanded once we were a safe distance from the building. My voice trembled with a mix of anger and fear.Sarah glanced around, ensuring we were alone before speaking. “David… he’s not who you think he is. I found out that he has a history of marrying wealthy women and—”