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My Awakening: His World Falls Apart

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 875    |    Released on: Today at 17:44

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g his collar. I sat on the edge of the mattress, watching him with the quiet, docile stillness he expected. Hi

olors, the geometry of how things fit together.

ver, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "I'll see yo

ectronic keypad on the heavy mahogany front door b

, subservient wife waiting to greet her provider. It made my skin crawl, b

ed inside, bringing a rush of dam

My eyes locked onto his chest. My lungs se

ing the navy b

covered in cheap white polka dots. The fabric looked thin, almost synthetic. It was a vio

of my palms threatened to tear. I forced the muscles in my face to hold my p

is heavy wool overcoat. "You changed your tie," I sa

coat sleeves. It was a micro-second of

chuckled, shaking his head. "Spilled half a cup of black coffee do

distaste. "I had my assistant run down to the lobby kiosk

he was trying to align himself with

didn't ask if the assistant was a man or a woma

ing my back to him to hang his coat in the

g moment, searching my face for the paranoia he was so used to seeing. Finding nothing but empty

udson was flat on his back, his chest rising and fa

k into the plush carpet, making absolutely no sound. My body had

k hallway, and pushed open the door to t

moonlight cutting through the high transom window,

dirty clothes. The smell of his cologne mixed with sweat made me want to gag, but I kept digging. I pushed pa

ked i

eam of moonlight. It was the na

s scanning every square inch of the expe

a single drop of brown liquid.

omething stiff. Right on the back, near the tip, was a large, crusty whit

he rough edge of the stain. My b

silk right u

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My Awakening: His World Falls Apart
My Awakening: His World Falls Apart
“My husband Hudson had kept me a medicated ghost for three years, convinced I was unstable. But a cheap pink hair clip, tangled with golden blonde hair in his car, ripped through the chemical haze. The bitter pill he forced me to take wouldn't numb the burning truth, only fuel my awakening. I was an architect once, but now I was just Cora, a docile wife trapped in his suffocating world. When he saw my shock, his concern was sickeningly sweet as he offered another Xanax. I pretended to swallow the poison, letting it dissolve under my tongue, a constant reminder of my awakening. Back at the mansion, his massive car deliberately blocked mine, a crude barricade confirming his control. Then, a message from an old intern confirmed my darkest fears: this was domestic abuse. He urged me to check Hudson's closet, to record everything. I knew then I was living with a dangerous monster, and my denial shattered. The anger burned, fueled by the bitter taste of that undissolved pill. That night, Hudson walked in, wearing a hideous, sloppily tied red polka-dot tie. It was a clear, undeniable sign of another woman. My architect's mind was awake, cold and calculating. "Game on, Hudson." I would make him taste this bitterness back a thousand times.”