Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine
she says, flipping a page in the annotated copy beside her, “where the main character says, ‘I used to think love was supposed to hurt. Now I know it’s supposed to heal.’”
I nod.
Chelsea looks up. “Were you really in an abusive relationship, Viola? Or it was just a ploy to make your book popular.”
The question slices through the room like cold air.
I shift in my seat. My throat tightens. The silence isn’t long, but it’s loud.
“Yes,” I say finally. “I was.”
It hangs there, raw and awful.
“I didn’t always realize it,” I continue, voice quieter now. “It wasn’t just bruises or yelling. It was the little things. The control. The isolation. The way I stopped recognizing myself in the mirror.”
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