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"Well... He touched my thigh. I spat in his face, and then he slapped me…" "Was the cut on your face from him?" he hissed. "Yes." He punched the table with his fist. I smiled faintly at him and stretched my hand out to stroke his whitened knuckles. "My cheek is almost completely healed, and you shouldn't blow off your anger on the poor table. Save your strength for the moment we find that bastard," I said confidently. He smirked, "For the moment "we" find him?" "Of course!" I grinned. "We are a husband and a wife already. We are in this together."

00pm. "Happy birthday to the best wife, friend, sister and lots more. I know i haven't been the best husband to you in the past one month. I've only caused you pain upon pain. Tears upon tears. But i won't make you cry no more. I promise you that I will try my best to be a good husband to you. It doesn't matter if my friends get hurt in the process. All that matters is you. So now, i beg that you forgive me for being such a jerk." Sa'eed is in a kneeling position as he says all these things. Halima's eyes are teary. Even she herself, the birthday girl, forgot it's her birthday. But he remembered. Even though they're not on the best terms, he still remembered.

“This will be your final marriage.” A chill shot down my spine, her words echoing like a death sentence. “No… no, please!” I cried, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Life has already been hell with the men you’ve forced me to marry. I can’t go through that again I don’t want to face another nightmare!” My knees weakened, but I clung to the edge of her chair, begging for mercy that I knew would never come. “I already promised to clear the debt,” I choked out, my voice trembling as I wiped at my tears. “But not this way… not by being sold off again like I’m nothing.”

He had already said some hurtful stuff but he topped it every time. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she turned her back on him. "How dare you Raj", Faye gave him a death glare. "You caused this, she has been tweaking out every since you left. She never wanted you, you forced yourself in and now??,If something happens to her, I swear..... Lylah could still hear them. It was good to witness someone still had her back, but she was done with this. She needed to get away and she would. Maybe denial was a river she'd love to drown in.

"That I'm rushing into marriage before I'm healed." "Do you love Lucien?" "Yes. Absolutely." "Does he love you?" "Yes." "Do you trust him?" "Yes." "Then you're ready. Healing doesn't mean perfect. It means honest. Can you be honest with him about the hard days?" "I'm learning to." "That's all marriage requires. Honesty. Effort. Love. You have all three." "What about the panic attacks? The triggers? The trauma?" "Those come with you. Into the marriage. Into life. But they don't define you. And they don't disqualify you from happiness."

My voice broke off. I can’t believe that I am spelling this as if I were talking to a child. “Having a fucking threesome isn’t going to fix a marriage…” “We have to try something,” he said, cutting me off. Was he hearing himself? Did he see how he sounded like a freaking hormonal teenager? “Therapy! Have you thought about that?” “Why talk when we could be using our mouths to do something far more interesting?” he grinned, walking closer to where I stood. I didn’t think it through. My hand raised, fast, angry as I slapped him across the face. Hard. The sound that echoed between us was the sound of the slap, the ringing that came from actually realising that he had been hurt.

I said he ran his hands through his hair out of frustration before turning to me. “Now what happens to us? What happens to my love, huh?” He sounded angry. "Jade, you have to understand, we are both married, and a lot of people could be hurt by our actions.” “Screw them; I’m talking about us. Jess, we had a life together.” “That is the past, Jade; we are both married, okay. Let’s try and make our marriage work. We can’t keep having sex with each other when we are both married, please.”

she whispers. I don’t back down. “I was married to someone like you, Sara. A narcissistic, egotistical piece of shit. And you know what? I just divorced him. Because people like you don’t deserve partners. You don’t deserve happiness. All you do is destroy the lives of the people who care about you. And you never admit you’re at fault.” Her mouth opens, but I cut her off, my voice firm. “Lucas might be a piece of shit to you, but he’s my piece of shit. And he’s a whole lot better than you. You’re not allowed near him or me. The next time I see you, I’m filing for harassment.”

The thing that hurts me the most was the kind of words Jackson said to me he promised me before we got married that he was going to protect me from my family but since I got married to him I have been more exposed to violence than I was before I married him. His words were Sharp and they hurt really badly. I wanted to make him stop talking but I just thought I had no right to say such a thing because there was video evidence everywhere. After stressing my head thinking and wondering what will become of me after this whole image damage I decided to go to bed and see what tomorrow holds. ******”