My Hero Husband, My Monster

g his motocross career. His vow, "I can't lose Ellen Strong once", wa

sweet life. The man I loved was replaced by a monster who worshi

she humiliated my father to

ing organ bank, so he had my kidney removed

r's grave, and poured his ashes on

ard resolve. The hero who once saved me was gone, leaving a monst

escape smoothly. As I wished, the whole world believed Ellen Strong died in a plane crash. Five years later, my

pte

e was a hero

heir to the Wallace real estate empire, but because he

e had for me,

sending a metal shard flying toward the stands where I sat. Blake saw

is motocross career and left him a

if he regretted sacrificing his championship f

but his words echo

onships," he said. "But I ca

came the cornerston

out man who couldn' t believe his daughter had married into such a world. So did I. But Blake's love made me feel l

Norman entered

imed to be the last descendant of a forgotten European mystical lineage. She spoke of energies

e was me

rful and wealth, but he felt purposeless. Celesta saw that void and filled it with her nonsense. She

lieved her ; he e

I was forcibly moved to a guest room. He said it was necessary for his spiritual journey. Ce

bedsheets had to be hand-washed with soap made from olive oil blessed by moonlight. Her meditation chambers

wn "purification." He said my humble origins made my soul heavy and th

a strange obsession he would eventually get over. I clung to

d thoroughly when my

homemade apple pie to me with joyful smile on face. When he sa

led as if he

g," she declared, her voice ringing with

ansing." Blake, my husband, the man who had once saved my life, did not defend m

nd knees, ordering him to apologize to the "spirits of the house" for his "intrusion". My father, a man

creamed, I cried, I reminded h

s cold, a mask

" he said. "Celesta is cleansi

She looked at the simple cross my father always

owerless god," she sneered. "It is

dyguard to rip i

en my fathe

y. He died on the cold marble floor of that mansion, clutching

for Blake died

hen that the man I married was gone, replaced by a monster. The abuse didn't stop. It escalated. When Celesta was diagno

cherished possessions-his books, his worn-out armchair, the photos of my mother

as trapped on the second floor, my ankle twisted in the chaos. Blake ran past my room. Our eyes m

stial Orb! It wi

om to save one of her worthless "sacred