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"I have photos, medical records, witnesses. I want to file for divorce and get a restraining order." I study the woman across from me, and all I can think about is how weak she looks. How pathetic. She's letting some human man control her life, and now she wants me to fix her problems when she could easily fix it. I mean she could just kill him. If she did, I would gladly take her case and make sure she wins. "Mrs. Mart, I'm going to be honest with you," I say, shuffling through her papers without really looking at them. "Cases like yours are difficult to win. Domestic violence claims are often he-said-she-said situations, and judges tend to be skeptical."

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

"Your what? Cassie, this is the story of your career. If you write this, you name your price. You get a senior staff position. You don't quit when you're holding the winning lottery ticket." "I don't have the story you want, Marcus," I replied, keeping my posture impeccably straight. "The story you are looking for—the abuse, the manipulation, the victims trapped in the dark—it doesn't exist. It was a fiction invented by a man who couldn't stand the fact that people were finding peace in a way he didn't understand." "Cassie, don't be naive," Marcus scoffed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "It's BDSM. It's rich men buying the right to hurt people. There's always a victim."

"I've never really thought about it. I just assumed it was a control thing, that it was just her narcissistic personality. But there must be a reason beyond that. Maybe she just wants to hurt me? Ruin my reputation?" “I'm sure there are more effective ways of accomplishing that,” Varisa says, scoffing. "Like what?" he challenges. Varisa pauses a moment. “Accuse you publicly of domestic abuse. She could even go as far to say that you intimidated her away from reporting you to the police because of a lawsuit or paid her off. It’s terrible, but it has happened. The worst part about it is the accusation isn’t hurting just one man; it’s also making it that much harder for the hundreds of thousand

She suddenly smashed the glass of drink on the floor, making it shattered and I sighed. Her crazy actions have begun to attract the guest's attention also. "Is this proof you wanted to kill your own brother's wife?" I asked with a calm expression on my face even though, I'm boiling from within. I don't know why I keep meeting betrayed people, especially since yesterday. First, it was my boyfriend with my best friend, and now, a sister trying to kill her blood brother's wife. "I'm out of here!" She hissed, making an attempt to leave but Fred, who hasn't said a word since the drama started stood in front of her, glaring hard at her.

Ethan interrupts. “You physically and mentally abuse women because it makes you feel powerful. You use your power to have these women at your mercy. When they try to fight back you inflict further torture onto them because it gives you a sick sense of satisfaction in that moment. These are your mistakes Ethan, sins even, sins I don’t believe you want to correct because deep down you enjoy it. There’s no hope of redemption for you so you now have to face karma.” I could see my words struck a nerve, the shock in his face is evident.

"Did you see her arm? Are those cigarette burns? Was she abused by someone?" "Maybe she got married secretly and her husband locked her up and beat her up?" "Domestic violence is nothing compared to what I heard. I heard that she was sold into a brothel and forced to become a prostitute. Did you see how skinny and jaundiced she is? Look at how malnutrition she is, as if she was starved for a long period of time. Maybe she had to entertain too many customers every day." Nancy had had enough. She tried her best to maintain civil toward these two blabber-mouth women and was about to excuse herself to a quiet corner. As she tried to turn around and walk away, she ran into Yaacob.

She became their protected treasure while still occasionally throwing her death threats. She learned to know that they were all just misunderstood women. Most of them were abused domestically by their partners and family members, while some killed their assailants. Like her, they also started as broken girls, and look at them now, powerful women. Just jailed. Misunderstood gems of the world.

“I met Luis because of that debt I told you about. Then, still married to Doniel, I crossed paths with Charmaine. At first, she seemed like an incredible friend—but when I refused to expose my pup, her mask cracked. Her chosen mate helped me buy two books, MADDOX, and Lunatic’s Mate by the same author Meg Elly Gerena, that’s when he started looking at me in ways he shouldn’t, and I refused to break her marriage. That’s when distance grew between us. Then came Alanna. She entered my life around the time I stepped back from Charmaine. I first saw her speaking in a live stream—her bravery in leaving an abusive relationship drew me in. I admired her for it… until I learned she had married Luis.

Croft said, “is a difficult man, but an even harder one to catch.” “He’s careless at home,” I interrupted. I laid it out, not as a plea, but as a business proposal: I told him about the abuse, the miscarriage, and the hidden security system I’d installed after the first “fall.” that would help me backed up my evidence. Including a digital diary of bruises and threats. “Tragic,” Croft said, his tone devoid of pity. “But domestic disputes are messy. They tarnish, but they don’t necessarily destroy a man like Stanley.”