His Secret Wife, My Broken Heart

d to look at me. I stood froze

ieked, pointing a tremb

in her head as she slumped over in the wheelchair

panic. He swept her up into his arms, hi

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y cheek. Clemma had lunged at m

ackward. I caught my balance, the shock o

her voice shrill. "How could you

his face a mask of disappointment. "Da

y footing and fell hard, my knee cracking agains

d, trying to push mysel

was like a whip. "Have you

uards. "Take her. Lock her in the c

strong. They dragged me down a set of stairs and threw me into a small, dark wine

nd old wine. "Let me out!" I screamed, poundin

o answer. J

, my body trembling with fear and cold. I was

out, the door creaked open

wet and foul-smelli

outh, and I choked, sputtering and

d make out a tall figure standin

e devoid of any emotion. He was look

lt down, pulling a silk handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped my cheek with

whisper. "She begged me to forgive you, you know.

me. "You will stay here and t

d, my voice hoarse. "It w

should have thought of the c

d instinctively going to my s

harp, tearing pain that made me cry out. I looked down.

de, terrified eyes. "Something's wrong. Please,

sgust crossed his features. "Another lie? You're pathetic, Darl

d his ba

ing for him, but my hand just scrape

a backward glance. The door slammed

to pull myself toward the door, my fin

ything else. A wave of warmth spread between my leg

thrown on me, I felt a strange sense of clarity. The last

ched my lips. He had taken everything from

never fo