Few minutes later, Damien sat in shock as he stared at the footage from last night. The surveillance cameras told him everything. After their fight, she went to the bedroom, just like he thought. She texted someone, then started crying. Typical Jossy. She always did that to get his attention.. then, she was on the phone.. Who was she talking to? Noah? Damien saw him in their corridor, then in their bedroom! That stupid, confident man. Walking into their bedroom? lifting her in his arms? and walking out. How dare he? Damien's stomach turned. Rage burned through him, hot and sharp. Noah had crossed a line. That was his wife..His. Did he take her to his house?
Damien leaned back against the headboard, his mind racing. He had to know where they went. And when he does, he would make sure she understood who was in control.
***
Jossy lay back against the hospital bed, her body aching in ways she couldn't begin to describe. Several scans had been carried out, and the doctors reassured her there were no major fractures. Yet, every muscle felt sore.
A nurse stepped in, clipboard in hand, her tone kind but firm. "We're planning to discharge you this afternoon, Jossy. Do you have a safe place to go?"
Jossy hesitated, swallowing hard. Her mind flashed to the penthouse she had lived in for two and half years, and the violence she had just escaped. "Well, can I stay at your place Hazel?" she said softly looking at Hazel who had just been woken up by the nurse. Jossy's voice trembled, and she sounded unsure.
Noah, standing beside her, shook his head gently. "No, You need somewhere safe. Somewhere Damien won't suspect and can't find you." His gaze softened as he looked at her. "I was thinking, you can stay at my home for now. Not at my penthouse, my parents' house."
Jossy blinked, overwhelmed. "Won't that be…awkward Noah?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The thought of staying in someone else's home, Noah's parents no less, felt strange, even if it was safe. She didn't know them at all.