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Chapter 83: The Final Fracture

Author: Claire Lemaire
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A choked sob ripped from my throat, raw and ugly. I stumbled back into the room, slamming my own door shut and twisting the lock with trembling fingers. The click echoed with finality. Leaning against the solid wood, I slid down to the cold floor, my back pressed against it, as if it could shield me from the world outside, from the woman in his room, from the man who had just annihilated me.

The tears came then, not the furious torrent of moments before, but a deep, wracking, silent weeping that shook my entire body. I buried my face in my knees, the rough terrycloth of the towel scratching my cheek. Images flashed behind my closed eyelids, not just of tonight, but of every single moment since the sterile church where I’d said "I do" with such desperate, foolish hope.

The careful dinners I planned, hoping for conversation, met with silence or clipped remarks.

The nights I waited up, listening for his key in the lock, only to hear him go straight to his study.

The way I learned his c
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