Chapter 8 HE IS BACK

Bella’s POV. “Devon,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like I might faint. What was Devon doing here, after all these years? How had he found me? I tried to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control, but it was difficult. And then I remembered: my son was in the next room. I had to make sure he doesn’t step out. I shifted my weight, trying to free my hands, but they were bound too tightly. With a surge of desperation, I bit down hard on the fabric of my shirt, letting out a loud, guttural scream. The sound seemed to echo in the small room, and I hoped it would not reach my son's ears. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to drag Devon's unconscious body to a chair and tie him to it with a rope I found nearby. I knew he would wake up soon, and I needed to be ready for what would happen next. I was shaking, my head throbbing with pain, as I sat down heavily on the floor. “Why me?” I whispered to myself. “Why can't I just be