Page 83 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

I realised how badly I’d explained it.

“No. Not that kind of lockdown.” I gestured around us. “This apartment.”

He looked around, his gaze travelling across the reinforced doors, thick walls, and security systems I’d spent the last three days trying not to think too much about.

“This is some sort of bunker?”

“Yes.”

His eyes met mine. “So you’re saying we’ve been stuck here for three days?”

“Stuck?” I repeated the word.

I hadn’t thought of it that way. I’d thought of this place as protection. A safe place. Somewhere no one could get to us.

But he wasn’t wrong.

We were trapped.

“It bought us some time,” I said.

“Then what?”

I looked at him. “I don’t know.”

“How do we get out?”

That was the question I’d been avoiding.

Dannie had shown me how to activate the lockdown. I’d never bothered learning how to turn it off. At the time, I’d never imagined something like this would never happen to me.

And if it did, Dannie would be there. He’d know what to do.

“I don’t know.”

Kai stared at me. “You don’t know?”

Frustration suddenly surged through me.

“Stop repeating everything I say like an asshole.”

“Have you tried calling your husband?”

The word husband cut through me, sharp and piercing, like a needle straight through my ear and into my heart.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“No signal.”

He stared at me. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not kidding.” My voice rose. “This is a bunker. What do you expect me to know about bunkers?”

The fear I’d been holding inside for three days finally started spilling out, and I didn’t stop it.

“Don’t tell me you don’t have one of your own.”