Raegan, now covering herself, looked at Mitchel, fear evident in her eyes.

"Have you lost your mind, Mitchel?"

Despite her objections, Mitchel continued, tearing her underdress.

Raegan was left exposed, her upper body bare.

Tears filled her eyes as Raegan covered herself with trembling arms.

"Mitchel... Please, give me my clothes back..."

Mitchel's gaze, cold and calculating, swept over her, lingering on her slightly swollen belly.

The look in his eyes was unnerving, almost cruel.

Raegan felt vulnerable, exposed under his intense scrutiny as if every part of her was laid bare. She was lost, unsure how to shield herself from his piercing gaze.

In a voice choked with tears, Raegan pleaded, “Please, give me my clothes back..."

Instead of complying, Mitchel abruptly lowered the car window and threw her clothes outside.

The lingering scent of Henley's blood on her clothes seemed to unhinge Mitchel further.

"Aren't you planning to get off the car?" His voice was deliberately low and tense as he fought back the sorrow in his heart.

"Go get your clothes yourself!" Mitchel burst out, unable to contain his frustration any Longer.

Raegan stared at him, disbelief etched on her face.

Mitchel now seemed like a stranger to Raegan, his actions mirroring the craziness she'd seen in Henley.

Emotions swirled within her. The despair, grief, and acute humiliation.

Suddenly, Raegan's resolve faltered, and she found herself vulnerable before Mitchel's gaze.

Tears streaming down her face, she reached for the door, intending to leave.

Mitchel's heart twisted at the sight of her pale skin, but his inner turmoil was dwarfed by a deep-seated hatred.