Betty’s POV

A week passed and we were on our flight back home. I stared at the familiar city underneath, feeling a bit uneasy inside.

A knot had tied itself in my chest. The time I had left was little. It was already dark by the time our flight landed. The cold night air welcomed me as I stepped out of the jet.

Ivan’s arm settled around my waist, leading me down the terminal toward the car waiting for us.

“Welcome back, sir and madam,” the chauffeur said with a slight bow as he ...