Page 85 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

The kitchen is empty when I follow Bianca inside.

She said she needed to talk to me about something urgent—something that apparently couldn’t wait.

The noise from the gala vanishes the moment the swinging doors close behind us. Everything here has already been cleaned. The catering staff left a long time ago.

Bianca is tense. Nervous. And something feels wrong.

I sense it immediately.

Her shoulders are rigid. She won’t look at me.

“Bianca?”

She doesn’t answer. A strange unease tightens in my chest.

“What’s going on?”

At last, she stops near the service exit at the back of the kitchen.

Her face is pale. Almost gray.

My stomach twists.

“You’re scaring me.”

Her lips press together like she’s stopping herself from speaking. Her fingers tighten around the handle. Then she opens the door.

Freezing night air rushes into the kitchen.

She steps back just as a tall man walks inside.

For one second, my brain refuses to understand.

Dark clothes. Black gloves. His face hidden behind a scarf. Hard eyes.

And Bianca shows no sign of surprise. It’s almost as if she’d been expecting him.

Then he charges at me.

Instinct takes over instantly.

I jerk backward, but his hand clamps around my arm so violently it knocks the breath out of me.

I immediately struggle.

“What are you doing?! Let go of me!”

He tries to pin me against him.

I catch sight of something in his hand.

A syringe.

Fear shoots through me like an electric shock.

Oh my God.

My fist slams into his groin. Hard.