From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 498 | Released on: 27/12/2025

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the true monster, only the victim she pretended to be. His face contorted with rage as he strode into the roo

me, Chase! She said terrible things!" she wailed, her voice thick with feigned

f decency. He glared at me, his face a mask of cold fury. "What

ngerous rumble. "Teach her a lesson. Make sure s

pered, "No, Chase, please. She's injured. Don't." But h

mine. "She needs to learn, Joy. She needs to

at Chase, my mind reeling. This wasn't the man who had promised to protect me, who h

and ragged. "You promised you'd protect m

one-cold resolve. He pulled Joy closer, his voice strained. "I did love you, Elisabeth. Once. B

k a solid wall of indifference. The door clicke

a blur of methodical humiliation. I didn't resist. I didn't cry. There was

each stinging echo, another piece crumbled. My deep affection, my fool

me, and a trickle of blood stained the white tiles. A cho

r a thousand times worse," I whispered, the word

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From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning

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“My husband, Chase, was having an affair. But when I confronted him, he didn't just admit it-he told me he was tired of my ambition and that his new lover, a diner waitress, was everything I wasn't: simple and undemanding. Then he pushed me down the stairs. The fall cost me our unborn child. As I lay broken in the hospital, his mistress, Joy, visited. Under the guise of care, she forced a foul soup down my throat, whispering it was the "blood and flesh" of my dead baby. When I fought back, Chase walked in, saw Joy on the floor, and ordered his bodyguards to beat me for hurting her. One hundred slaps. Each one chipping away at the nine years of love I had for him. He had promised to be my anchor, but he had become the storm that wrecked me. Why did the man who once cherished my brilliance now despise it? Why did he protect the monster who tormented me while destroying me and our child? Lying on the cold hospital floor, bruised and bleeding, I finally understood. The love was dead. And with it, the woman who had ever loved him. I picked up my phone and made a call. It was time to burn it all down.”