He reached for his other phone, dialing a familiar number.
When the call connected, Raegan’s gentle voice came through.
“Hello, who is this?”
Mitchel’s anger melted at the sound of her voice, and he softened his tone
deliberately, “It's me.”
But after a brief pause, she responded, “Sorry, you've got the wrong number.”
She promptly ended the call.
Subsequent attempts to reach her were in vain. The number was no longer
available.
Mitchel suspected he was on a blacklist.
Frustration surged within him as he struck the steering wheel with force.
Did she sever her ties with him because she had someone new? This money
must come from that man. Fine! Great!
Raegan felt unwell on her journey home.
She attributed it to her impending period.
She'd experienced painful periods before, but this discomfort surpassed all
previous occasions, perhaps due to her recent miscarriage.
After spending some time face-down on her bed, her phone rang from an
unknown number. Recognizing Mitchel’s voice, irritation flared, and she promptly
ended the call.
Exhausted and in pain, she didn’t have the strength to entertain his calls, so she
added his number to her blacklist.
Ding Dong. The doorbell rang abruptly.
Raegan thought it must be the delivery of the painkillers she ordered, prompting
her to rise and open the door.
But upon seeing Mitchel's face, disbelief struck her.
Was it really him?
She paused, then moved to close the door.
Mitchel wedged it open with a swift movement of his leg, his gaze icy and
unblinking.
“What do you want, Mitchel Dixon?”
Raegan raised her voice.
“You're forcing your way in. I could call the police...”