“Mitchel, you had no right to decide that for me! It was my job, my decision. Why would you do this without asking me?"

His overbearing nature was unmistakable. This time, her frustration reached new heights.

"Do you need to ask why?" Mitchel retorted, his hand moving to her chin, his sneer chilling. "Because I'm your husband."

His smile was cold, sending a shiver down Raegan's spine.

Fear gripped Raegan, reminding her of that harrowing night. She worried that any further provocation might lead to a repeat of that dreadful experience.

At the thought of this, Raegan said softly, “Mitchel, I'm telling the truth. There's nothing between Henley and me. Please don't let your suspicions lead to false accusations."

"Suspicions?" Mitchel echoed, his tone laced with ambiguity.

Raegan nodded, her words tumbling out in haste, "It's true. I really have nothing to do with Henley. Why can't you believe that?"

After speaking, Raegan instantly regretted her anxious tone.

She glanced at Mitchel, fearing his reaction.

Mitchel's demeanor turned frosty “You work for Henley's company, yet you claim there's no connection?"

Raegan's confusion was evident. What did Mitchel imply by saying she worked for Henley's company? She had never been aware of any connection between the company she worked for and Henley.

Mitchel showed Raegan a document on his laptop, revealing that the company she worked for was acquired by Henley the day after she joined.

The manager she knew was merely a figurehead.

Rushing to clarify, Raegan insisted, "I had no idea about this. I swear."

Mitchel's eyes, however, remained skeptical, not convinced by her words.

Raegan's panic surged. The thought of prolonged confinement was unbearable.

"He threatened me. If you doubt me, let me confront him directly!"

"Confront him?" Mitchel sneered, "What would you expect from a man who's now a vegetable?"

"What?" Stunned Raegan stared at Mitchel. “Henley... He's in a vegetative state?"