Haunted By The Wife He Lost

Stephen

silence pressing in on me, amplifying the emptiness inside. My confrontation with Ema had yielded nothing but a temp

le. It was from Hal. My brother. His messages we

ked miscarriage confirmed. Your hu

used her lie to justify his cruelty, to demand the termination of our child. The rag

ed in the shattered doorway, his silhouette menacing against the fading light. His eyes were not just red; they we

, thick and suffocating. Seconds stretched into an eternity, each tick of the grandfather clock i

his approach before he was on me, slamming me back onto the plush velvet sofa. His weight pinned m

I struggled, twisting, kicking, but his grip was iron.

nster. He ripped at my clothes, tearing the silk blouse, exposing my skin. Th

My mind reeled, flashing back to the darkness of the cabin, the fac

weak, pleading. "Don' t touc

h you?" he snarled, his voice a guttural growl. "You think you ha

craped against my raw nerves. "Who are yo

y sliced through the layers of my carefully constructed defen

voice laced with venom. "After all those days... all those m

at him, my eyes wide, pupils dilated with shock. The words

a fragile thread of disbelief. I needed him to repeat it. I needed

ts loosened, his eyes wavered. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, consumed by the burning in

' t know? You think I didn' t wonder? Fifteen days, Eloise! Fifteen days

that had haunted my darkest nightmares, the one he had s

and animalistic. I thrashed wildly, tears blinding me, my hands flailin

being vibrating with pure, unadulterated hat

ul. He had taken the one thing I thought he would always protect, the one secret he had vowed to shield me from, and used it as a w