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"Her husband got hurt again. She rushed him to the hospital overnight and is probably still taking care of him." Dominic frowned. Abigail's husband was paralyzed from the waist down, and his personality had grown increasingly twisted. He had developed violent tendencies and often lashed out at Abigail and the child. Worse still, he sometimes harmed himself. That was someone else's family matter, and Dominic could not interfere. He said, "Alright. We'll wait until Abby gets here." Daniel pulled over a chair and sat down. "Honestly, you closed such a huge deal that you don't even need to work anymore. You could just take it easy this month."

She wrote a caption to go with it. [My husband said that he only wants a baby with me.] Someone in the comments teased her. [Planning for a baby already?] She replied with a blushing emoticon. My ears buzzed. It turned out that my miscarriage was no accident. Jason had replaced my vitamins with the drug with the excuse of conditioning my body. To top it off, the reason I had not been able to conceive afterward was not, as the doctors claimed, because my body needed time to recover. It was because the medication was never meant to be taken for more than three months.

He leaned closer, "Your husband and son don't value you anymore. Spinning the wheel means making them taste their medicine." "How do you know anything about my husband and son?" I glanced around to be sure no one was listening to our conversation. Lorion tapped his suit buttons casually. All of a sudden, like a remote control, I had a flashback. "I have become a stranger in my own home. My husband doesn't value me anymore. He spends his time with a woman outside. My son hates me, he sees the other woman as his mommy." That was my first explanation. I remembered how I sobbed. "I – I didn't do anything wrong, I swear it. I have done everything for that household. I abandoned everything else fo

“Didn’t you call me useless? Didn’t you cheat on me and then gaslight me into thinking I was imagining it? Didn’t you isolate me from my friends? I wrote what I survived, Julian.” He paces like a lion in a cage, and I can feel it—his anger building, about to boil over. “They think I’m a fucking abusive husband,” he growls. I stare him dead in the eyes. “Aren’t you?” He moves so fast I barely have time to register it. He grabs a vase from the dresser and hurls it across the room. It explodes against the wall with a deafening crash, porcelain fragments raining everywhere. One sharp piece nicks my cheek, and I hiss, hand flying to the stinging cut.

652 word(s) Published Part 2. Synopsis My name is Jasamina Rutherford and I was once married to the most abusive man ever. Ludale McCully is what you can call a psychopath or a sick bastard. One day, he beat me within an inch of my life and I knew I had to run away. Because it isn't just me anymore. I have my three-month-old baby to think of. I ran into the streets without any money or any means. Going home wasn't an option because I know my parents would take me right back to him.

"Lorenzo, you are useless! Former Godfather? Ha! You're worse than a beggar on the street!" "I have the worst luck stuck with a man like you! No designer bags, no maids, just living in this rat hole!" "The baby..." Lorenzo croaked, looking at her flat stomach. "Don't mention that damn burden!" Sophia cut him off viciously. "I got an abortion! Being born to a broke loser like you would just be torture!" The sugary "Lorenzo" of the past had turned into the most venomous curses. Sophia straightened her cheap dress, sprayed on some strong perfume, and didn't even glance at Lorenzo collapsed on the floor.

I sat in the booth, staring at the now-cold cup of coffee on the table, and started chuckling. Alas, my tears still insisted on running down my face. My phone buzzed just then. I'd gotten a text from Zachary. 'Ellie, can we talk? Just the two of us.' I stared at the message, deleted the entire chat, and dialed my attorney. "Mr. Lambert, it's me. I want to file a lawsuit against Zachary and recover our marital assets." I could hear Eugene Lambert's clear and professional voice on the other end of the line. "Understood, Ms. Shepherd. And regarding your earlier question about bigamy…"

She had never felt this way before and for a moment she felt like she was dishonoring her late husband’s memories. Nile was a great man, husband and father, but she never remembered him doing anything like this to her before. He wasn’t that big on romance, he was more of a cute klutz who tried to plan romantic candlelit dinners, but would only set the table cloth on fire, or burn the steaks, or even forget she was allergic to fish and would make her break out in hives. A little sigh escaped her mouth as she gently pulled her hand away from Aiden. He caught on to her mood. “Are you OK?” He asked.

“Here’s another interesting finding. Victoria got an abortion at a private clinic sometime during her marriage to Daniel.” I could not help but laugh out loud. They had ruined my life and killed my innocent baby for their selfish greed and glory. They did not deserve to be happy. I slowly ripped the photograph to shreds, the plan in my mind falling into place. It was time to let them know how it felt to lose everything!

“Henry, I have never heard anyone apologizing in such a self-righteous manner. I don’t mind showing up, but Violet has to beg me to.” Henry scowled at that. “Don’t cross the line, Luna. No matter what, I’m your husband. Do you really want me to stay crippled forever?” “Husband?” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten the fact that you signed the divorce agreement? We’re already divorced. You were supposed to get your last dose yesterday. If you continue dragging this out, you can say goodbye to your legs.” I watched as Henry’s face turned pale. In an instant, he told Violet all that I had said.