Neglected Wife, Dying Vengeance

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he greasy red streaks and the salty tracks of his tears. He

and-in for the family he felt I had stolen from him. I had been a fool, a naive girl who believed love cou

ver had spiked again. As I gave him medicine, he looked at

ng the blankets around him. "H

s proudly carrying a new, expensive-looking remote-con

edroom window, his little fac

Guess what? Daddy has a surprise for you too! But

ll, unopened box of chocolates I' d

it up. "F

I confirmed,

without knocking. "What' s that?"

daddy," Bonnie said, hug

ately crushed the chocolates under his heel. "Your daddy didn' t

sound I would hear in my nightma

ing his arm and hauling him out of th

shrieked. "This is my Daddy Kevan'

red face, heard his screams, and without

My cheek stung, my ear rang. The physical pai

I cried, my voice raw. "He tol

oice deadly calm. "This is my house. You and your

called him my s

gs. "Don' t hit my mommy!" he sobbed. "We' ll go! W

owed to love and honor, as he comforted the spoiled brat who had just tormented our child. I looke

me finally, irr

, my voice empty

while, Kevan and Aspen were in the kitchen. I could hear Kevan' s sof

e. That he would see me at the door with our so

't even

ime, a sob tore from my throat. Bonnie, clutching m

nd smelled of stale smoke. As I was tucking Bonnie

years, not since they had made their disapproval of Kevan

but they had always loved me. Their estrangem

Maybe this was a sign. Maybe I could go home.

air. "How would you like to go vi

eyes already

ime in a long time, I dream

ead settled in my stomach. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to th