I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her.I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.I instantly felt an intense abdominal pain, leaving me unable to resist and soaked in cold sweat. Blood rose in my throat, and I coughed some up. The severity of the pain brought me to the brink of unconsciousness.I was aware that although we weren't a passionate married couple, we had never fought before, much less turned to violence. I felt nothing but shock and fear as I stared at my wife, w
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