Novel & Cerita The Battered Wife

Semiconscious one moment and upright the next, moving across the shed with that borrowed blankness in her eyes and her hands coming toward me, and I looked at her and she looked at me and I said, with every ounce of everything I had left, my voice wrecked and absolute and shaking with three days of rage and love and fear: "Stupid, ungrateful bitch." The tears came with it, running down my face, burning the split in my lip, and I didn't stop them and I didn't stop the last shots either, and Maribel went down, and the room shook harder than it had shaken yet, a violence in the walls and floor and ceiling that was not structural, not earthquake, not anything with a physical origin, and then the

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Several months earlier. Rain hammered against the windows of a hotel room in Nairobi. Patricia sat at the edge of a bed. Her face pale. Her hands trembling. Across from her sat Alex. Confused. Worried. Scared. "Patricia, slow down." "No." Her voice sounded urgent. Desperate. "There isn't much time." Alex frowned. He had never seen his wife like this. Never. The calm woman he knew had vanished. In her place sat someone frightened beyond reason.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

They held me firmly by the arms as they hand-delivered me to that monster. My mother told me to not be dramatic anymore, and smiled at Jonathan as though my husband didn’t beat me up regularly. The beating I got yesterday night and today morning was brutal. I think he broke a few ribs. I’m aching, but who do I have to contact? Everyone has left me, they don’t want to deal with the man who can’t go out or have anyone over. Even my family has betrayed me. I don’t know what to do. || January 24th ||

SMACK! The sound of the slap echoes around the lavish mansion. A beautiful brunette is standing in the middle of the living room, her pearly cheek marred by the red palm print. Her ocean blue eyes are now red with fury and anger, stinging with tears. She’s only twenty one years old, already the wife of the most powerful man in the country. But she’s only his wife in name; this slap is the proof of it. The slap hurts her pride and while her heart is bleeding with sadness, she stands tall to defy the ones who are bringing her down.

"I am not cheating on you because I am aware how it hurts being cheated. I know the effects of cheating and I won't do that because I don't want to hurt someone's feeling the way my husband hurts me. It's not easy, Theron! It won't be easy!" My head was full of thoughts. Sometimes I would like to disappear like a popped bubble because my situation. "Do not make everything favor on you," he said. "I'm not doing anything to favor me," I said pointing at his face. "I am defending myself against your accusations that were far from reality, Theron. Again, if you keep on doing this to me, better sell me to someone who's interested and more wealthy than yours to get your price. I'm so tired of bein

His gaze locked on the bastard with laser-like intensity, unflinching and accusatory. "Mr. Maine repeatedly assaulted his wife until she lost consciousness," Brody declared with barely contained fury, "All to conceal his impotence!"

His voice was calm but edged. “Mr. Bennett, no one here called you a violent man. And no one is saying that you’re a liar either. All we’re saying is this,” he tapped the pen against the paper, “we can see the imprint on your wife’s face. And she just left here not long ago. She came back that way. She said you’re the one who hit her. And then, all of a sudden, all of your family is here at the station, without us ever calling you in. So I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. But we both know what it looks like.”