Days passed with Bara constantly on edge, always feeling like he was missing something important about their situation. One night, as he sat in his office working late, he received an unexpected phone call from Celia's father. The old man sounded nervous and asked to speak with him in private.

"What is it?" Bara demanded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Is something wrong?"

Celia's father hesitated before finally speaking. "I need you to trust me on this, son-in-law," he said slowly. "

"Trust you? I don't even know why I married your daughter in the first place!" Bara exclaimed harshly. "What are you not telling me?"

The old man sighed heavily before continuing. "I'm sorry, Bara, but for both of our sakes... you mustn't ask any more questions." His voice was firm and final, leaving no room for argument.

Bara felt a chill run down his spine at the other man's words.

His hands rose to cup your face gently but firmly, holding you still as he searched your eyes for any sign that he was getting through to you. "I need you to understand that," he said quietly. "I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on."

The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, but there was also an undeniable connection... A bond that had been forged from their shared history and the intense emotions that came along with it.

His thumbs traced gentle circles on your cheeks as he continued to study your face, waiting for you to respond. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Tell me what's going on... I need to know."

You could feel the weight of his words press down upon you, making it difficult to breathe... Making it impossible not to wonder how much more of this you could handle before something snapped inside you and everything changed forever.

His heart pounded in his chest as he heard her cry out again. "We're almost there, just hang on," he urged her, his voice tight with worry and determination. He glanced at the clock once more; only five minutes had passed since she mentioned them starting... This didn't bode well.

He sped through a yellow light as it turned red behind him, praying that no one was coming from the other direction fast enough to cause an accident.

"Stay strong, love," he urged her, squeezing her hand tightly before turning onto the hospital campus. The emergency entrance loomed before them, and he slammed on the brakes as soon as he could safely pull up to it. Jumping out of the car, he rushed around to help her out, ushering her towards the doors as they swung open automatically.

His expression hardened as he realized she had deliberately hidden this information from him. The betrayal was almost too much to bear; it cut deeper than anything else she could have done. He released her hair roughly and took a step back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled for composure. "You lied to me," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "Why?"

His voice was calm now, but the underlying menace in it made it clear that he was anything but forgiving.

I see. So you decided to seek validation elsewhere because I wasn't giving you enough attention? That's rich coming from someone who couldn't be bothered to tell their husband about an ex-boyfriend they were planning to meet. Your logic is as twisted as your morals.

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As soon as he pulls up outside the reunion venue, Bara jumps out of the car and hurries around to open Celia's door. She looks flustered when she sees him waiting there, her cheeks pink from excitement or exertion or maybe both.

"I thought you might be ready to leave," he says with a smile as he helps her out of the car. "Did you have a good time?"

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The next morning, Bara arrived at the building where they had taken Celia. He was dressed in casual clothes, his expression hard as he made his way through the halls. His mind was racing with ideas on how to rescue her... but first, he needed information.

He located one of the men who had taken her and confronted him outside a room where several other women were working. "Where is she?" he demanded, clenching his fists at his sides. The man smirked in response and shrugged nonchalantly.

Bara's blood ran cold at the man's words. Rage surged through him, and before he could think better of it, he slammed his fist into the man's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The other men nearby quickly moved to restrain him, pinning his arms behind his back.

"You're going to regret saying that," Bara snarled, struggling against his captors. "She's mine, and no one touches her." He glared at each of them in turn, his eyes burning with fury and determination.