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My husband is a monster

Author: Vera knight
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-31 01:29:50

Snow was falling when they landed in Moscow. Thick, heavy flakes that blanketed the tarmac like a warning: this was not New York. This was not home. This was the beginning of everything. And maybe, the end.

This was where everything began. And where too many secrets still slept.

The snow brought memories she had buried deep. The sound of heels crunching ice. A girl who was herself at eight, pressing her hands over her ears as a woman screamed in the dark. The sharp scent of vodka. The sting of frost through thin socks.

Moscow had never been kind. It had taught her to run before she could speak. To fear before she could dream.

“This city never let me go,” she whispered into the cold glass of the window. “It just waited.”

Isabella’s heart thumped hard against her ribs as she stepped off the jet, Roman close behind her. Her hands were clenched at her sides, knuckles white despite the black gloves she wore. The cold bit into her bones, but she barely felt it.

All she could think about was
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