The morning came as slowly as possible. Agatha lay awake long before the first hint of daylight, her body restless, her mind burning with the same thought: she needed to get as far away from Christian as possible. This vacation was her only escape. She clung to it like a lifeline, silently thanking her stars that Christian had promised to let her go.
The moment the first pale streaks of dawn touched the sky, she was already on her feet. Her bags had been packed the night before. Without looking back, she made her way straight to the airport. Christian's security didn't so much as lift a hand to stop her—he'd already given the order the day before.
Still, the fact that she needed his permission grated on her. She hated it. Hated him. She couldn't wait to come back from this trip and finally end this sham of a marriage once and for all.
