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, and I cry but still forgive him. Even when my husband said his boss

helpless, so he turned a

ouched the back of my head. Hidden beneath my t

other me inside this b

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e. I sat anxiously in the living room for

s finally answered. Callum's impatient

when are you coming back?

ce, followed by a burst of

didn't know your sweet wife

oice chimed in, "Callum, your wife is so strict. It'

loud, smacking kiss through the phone, f

can hear us. Why a

e and said perfunctorily, "I told you I'm busy. Go

ay something, but the

gged my blanket and we

ht, but to my surprise, just two hours la

to open the door, and s

hoes, leaving dirty footprints on t

and followed behind him,

ing, "Didn't I tell you not to call me at night? Your c

quietly went to the kitch

, he stood up and shouted, "Damn it, if it weren't

red a retort, "Honey, then why

instantly ig

ed my collar, and snarled, "You wretched woman, you made me lose mo

ing, he raised his arm a

dn't stop. He continued to punch and kick me, cursi

ad and could on

ly exhausted his anger and w

floor, my body bruised and bloo

had lost count of how man

comfort me, apologize, and ple

ed to make any effort. I would forgive

't even bother to