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Love's True Reckoning

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 927    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

e beautiful furniture, the expensive art on the walls, the panoramic city views-it all fel

behind closed doors. The charming, attentive man from our courtship was gone, replaced by someone cold, controlling

e morning, not looking up from his newspaper. "Make sure

e effort. I cooked his mother's favorite meal, my stomach churning with anxiety. I put on the blue dress, a garmen

ower arrangement to the seasoning on the roast chicken. She spoke to me as if I weren'

lips. "She's doing so well. Her latest concert was a massive success. Su

age. He just smiled, a tight, noncommittal expression. "Sarah's a g

g ring on my finger felt heavy and cold, a shackle, not a symbol of lo

rtment was deafening. I started to clear the

voice sharp. "The maid wi

I said, my voice tight. "I

be Mrs. Mark Thompson. To look pretty, to smile at my business partners, and to keep

negotiated a business deal. The last of my fragile hope

aid, my voice rising. "This is my life

r. He walked over to me, his presence looming and intimid

have everything a woman could want. A beautiful home, money, security. I gave you t

ing my eyes. "For what? For destroying

e dangerously low. "It's your word against mine. And who do you think they'

ng myself on the edge of the dining table. He straightened his tie, hi

e said, turning to leave the

ng with a mixture of fear and fury. He w

e nightlight. The physical therapist Mark had hired was working wonders. Alex was getting stronger

the humiliation, the coldness, the constant threat that hung

It wasn't just a shackle. It was a weapon. Being Mrs. Mark Thompson gave me access to h

was turning into resolve. The grief was turning into a burning need for justice. I would play his game. I

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“The sterile scent of disinfectant was my daily reminder: my parents were gone, killed in a car crash, and my brother, Alex, was paralyzed. Just seventeen, his vibrant blue eyes had dimmed, and our tiny apartment reeked of medical bills we could barely afford. I, Lily Reed, a waitress barely making rent, was all he had left. Then, like a mirage, Mark Thompson reappeared. Alex' s childhood best friend, vanished since the accident, now a polished, wealthy man. He swept into our lives as a savior, moved us to a luxurious apartment, hired nurses, paid our debts. His charm was intoxicating; I believed he was everything I needed, everything I thought I wanted. So, when he proposed, I said yes, feeling like the final piece of a perfect puzzle had fallen into place-a second chance at a real family, a real life. But at our wedding reception, a low, drunken conversation twisted my stomach: "He had to... it was the only way to keep her quiet about the accident. He owed her." Then, a whisper from Mark on a balcony, meant for his former girlfriend, Sarah: "This marriage is just a means to an end... I got rid of the obstacles, just like I promised." Obstacles. My parents. Alex. The world crashed around me. It wasn't an accident. It was him. My husband, the man I' d given everything to, was the monster who had destroyed my family. I had willingly walked into my own gilded cage. Rage, cold and sharp, ignited within me. He thought he had bought my silence, that I was a naive fool to be gotten rid of. He thought he had won. He had no idea what he had just unleashed. I would play his game, be the perfect wife, and wait. And when the time was right, I would destroy him.”
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