His Betrayal, My Unmaking, Her Crime
rough it, rolling up the sleeves of his expensive shirt. His f
firm with purpose. The charming man I had fallen in love wi
as he circled me. "You thought you could b
hat came out was a wet, rattling gasp. The drugs had ma
how tough y
ngs. I doubled over, a wave of nausea and a sharp, specific pain radi
ul of my hair and
n I'm talking t
he world tilted, bright spots dancing in front of my swollen eyes. The
vas floor. The surface was sticky and
me, not with satisfaction, but with a kind of detached cruelty, as if
friends, who were
e of this?" he shouted, a
en dinner at our table and praised my cookin
f we do, budd
was everywhere, a white-hot fire consuming me. I curled into a ball, tr
a moment, then nudge
ast," he said, but he was laughin
ose to mine. His breath smelled of e
his. Getting married is a big deal. Got all this... pressure. pent-up energy. This is
ing, it was almost a physical blow. He was justifying this horror as a twisted act of purific
ng, throwing money. It was a carnival of cruelty, and my broken body was the main attract
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