Switch of Fate
During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent.
Unable to release it in bed, he chose another way—violence.
He was addicted to it, and he enjoyed hurting people.
At first, he would find excuses to argue before hitting. Later, even a glance could set him off. Sometimes it was a cup. Sometimes a chair.
When she saw me, she grabbed my arm. The first thing she said shocked me.
“Emma, you were reborn too, weren’t you?”
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