Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

ny of agony, with each part of my body playing its own torturous note. My head throbbed, my

a figure standing over me. Ethan. He

d to scramble away, to put distance b

manded, his voice de

houlders down. Leo stood by, watch

d raw. The movement sent a fresh wave of pain through m

Ethan repeated, his vo

er shards of glass from my skin. Each pull was a fresh bu

of the household staff gathered nervously

, her face crumbling into a mask of theatrica

her voice ringing with fake anguish. "Why would you

e tears. "She's not well. She tried to kill herself afte

arted crying on cue. "Leo, darling, don't

y, looked at me with a mixture of pity and accusati

leg, the one with the deepest cuts.

again. Blood gushed from the reopened wounds,

a stony mask. He gestured for Geneva to come and help him, and she did,

nounced to the staff. "For her own safety, Ethan

ith the story of the unstable, violent wife. The doo

earable. I couldn't move it.

e glass. He then ordered a doctor from his payrol

uts are deep. And her leg... it looks like the fall did serious damage to the bone. She

reat what you can here. Clean the cuts. Give h

ing to let me become a cripple. A pr

n continued, his voice dropping to an

lood sample. He meant bone

silently. He knew better tha

is eyes. "I'll make it up to you, Elaine. I'll buy you anythin

n. "But you will do this. F

rt a dead, heavy thing in my

himself while the doctor stitched up the worst of my cuts, my si

the edge of the bed, his

in, Elaine," he said, his voice

to be comforting but felt like the brand of a sl

d the horrifying reality of my new life. A life as a