The Wife He Tried To Erase

ad to act. I told Mark I was feeling e

hy. "Get a good night's sleep. Your flight to your parents' plac

ken woman going home to mommy and daddy.

It was simple, straightforward, and legally binding. It cited irreconcilable diffe

orts, utility bills, things he would sign without a second thought. I

d. "Mark, can you sign these before I go? I w

ng Sarah. He glanced up, annoyed at th

night," I insisted gently. "So

o the next, signed it. Then the next. My heart pounded in my chest as he got closer to the separation agreement. He didn't even pause. He si

e asked, already turn

s with a trembling hand. I slipped th

anipulative theater. He held my hand, his face a mask of s

e said, his voice thick with fal

pulling away from

e'd promised. I buckled my seatbelt and stared out the windo

y. I looked at the flight map on the screen in front of me. My blood ran cold. The plane

thought crept in. The flight path wasn't tracking towards the capital city where the NGO was based. We were heading

ranged by Liam. This was

dusty airstrip carved out of the scrubland. And next to it, the low, dila

in military-style fatigues climbed aboard. They weren't sol

d, his voice flat and menac

eir grips like iron, and hauled me out of my seat. I fought, I screamed, b

as brutal, the heat oppressive. They forced me towards the clinic, the scene of my worst night

red glass still littered the floor in the corners. They shoved me into the same smal

ound pathetic even to my

needle into my arm. A strange, disorienting warmth spread throug

to the back of a dusty jeep. As the drug took full hold, my control over my own body vanished. My muscles twitched and spasmed. A thick line of drool tri

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