After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline remained blindfolded throughout, unable to see anything, relying solely on her hearing to make sense of her surroundings. Her heart sank deeper with each passing moment; the person holding her refused to speak, leaving her clueless about who they were.

Why wouldn't they speak? Were they afraid she would recognize their voice? If that was the case, then the person must be someone she knew. But who could it be? During the entire ride, Aveline racked her brain, trying to piece together the situation.

She attempted to communicate with her captor, but he ignored her completely. Eventually, she grew tired of speaking, and the car came to a stop.

She was led out of the car and guided in a specific direction.

The ground beneath her feet was smooth at first, but then she began to feel the uneven texture of bricks underfoot.

She grew more puzzled-where was she?

After some time, someone suddenly gripped her wrist.

"Miss Aveline, I'll be responsible for looking after you from now on," the person said. The voice belonged to a middle-aged woman, who sounded gentle and calm.

Where am I?"

woman replied, "You can call me Wanda. If you

all the other questions Aveline

wave of helplessness washed

once I arrived? Where is she?" Aveline shouted angrily, her frustration boiling over. Wanda remained silent. After

fine. As long as you stay here and

snapped, turning sharply toward the direction of the voice. "Why are you doing this? Who are

there was

heard the sound of footsteps moving away-the

What would she do if

called out, trying to chase in the direction of the fading footsteps, but with her eyes blindfolded, she couldn't see anything or determine which way to go. Wanda quickly grabbed

this, she forcefully

Aveline struggled fiercely, but with her hands bound, her efforts were

staircase and entered