In a heartbeat, the concern on Gabriel's face was gone, and it was swept aside by anger and disbelief.

"Gabriel! What did Anna write? Let me see it!" I demanded, reaching for the farewell letter.

Gabriel, ever the gentleman, pushed my hand away. His gaze turned cold as it fell on me, before he shifted to Wayne. "I'm sorry, Wayne. I lost my head just now."

I froze, as if every ounce of strength had drained from my body. Just like in my past life, that same crushing despair surged up and swallowed me whole.

I shook my head violently, sobbing as I cried out, desperate to stir Gabriel's love for Anna. "Gabriel, she's your wife, the woman who's shared your bed for three years. The two of you have known nothing but love.

"You could never bear to see her harmed, could you? Please, I'm begging you. I'll get down on my knees if that's what it takes. Just don't hurt Anna. The people that she's after are merciless. If her cover's blown, there won't even be a body left to find!"

I was crying so hard that my face was a mess of tears and snot, but Gabriel looked like he'd become someone else entirely. His eyes were cold, stripped of every trace of warmth.

"Really? I'm not buying it." He turned to Wayne, who was already retyping the Instagram post. "Wayne, don't bother posting it."

Hatred flickered across his face as he pulled out his phone. "I've had a live tracker on Anna for a while now. Tell me. What do you think will happen if we leak her location?"

Wayne, who had worn a mask of sternness all this time, finally smirked. "Trust you to think of that."

Gabriel had Anna's location within moments. "The abandoned factory to the south, about 60 miles out."

His expression didn't waver as he uploaded her coordinates for the world to see.

"Gabriel! Are you trying to hand your wife over to be tortured alive?" I screamed.

He let out a scoff. "You just reminded me. In her five years on the force, Anna has locked up and made twice as many enemies. So, what happens if I leak her location on foreign sites? How many will come flooding back into the country for revenge?"

Panic pounded in my skull. "No!"

They turned and walked away.

Memories from my past life rushed through my mind like a film reel spinning too fast.

"Don't go!" I screamed, dragging myself to the windowsill on hands and knees. "Wayne, we've been married for more than 30 years. I gave you a son and a daughter, and this is what I get? If Anna's harmed by so much as a hair, I'll throw myself out this window right now!" I yelled.

Wayne's hand shot out instinctively. "Lara! Don't be reckless. I'd never hurt you."

He started toward me, step by step. "You've been dying to know what's in this farewell letter, haven't you?"

He let out a long sigh. "Fine. I'll show you."

He walked toward me with the letter in hand, and my fingers trembled as I reached for it.