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I turned on the faucet and rinsed my face repeatedly. After I was done, I lifted my face and stared back at my reflection in the mirror.

Jeez!

No doubt, one could still tell I'd cried my eyes out. I turned off the faucet and grabbed a white towel to wipe my swollen face.

I returned the towel to its rail, I adjusted the dress and stepped out of the bathroom.

I really hate this inked guy for making me cry this much; no one has ever made me cry like this, not even when I was forced into early marriage.

He asked me to stop wearing my black dress, and now I shouldn't wear the dresses in the closet?

What does he want then;to go around naked. I snorted and bent the doorknob.

“He's really going to hear it from me” I mumbled and stepped out of the room, I could feel my subconscious mind sneered. Fool.

I shut the door behind me and walked through the hallway, hoping I would meet him in the living ro

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