EmilliaThe silence in our bedroom was heavy and suffocating. My muscles were tense and my face was burning up from rage. My husband was keeping secrets from me. Of course I expected some secrecy to some extent but this…this is just absurd.I sat at the vanity, aggressively brushing out my hair, staring at my own reflection. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the click of the gun or his words repeating in my head. “Trust me, it’s for your own good.”I mimic out loud in his tone.The click of the master bedroom door turning made my posture instantly stiffen.In the mirror, I watched Gregory walk in. He had changed out of his tactical gear and into a charcoal cashmere sweater, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He looked relaxed and that infuriated me even more. I should use the gun he gave me on him. Yes, that would make me very happy and give me deep satisfaction.He didn't say a word. He just walked up behind me, gently taking the brush from my hand. His fingers brushed agains
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