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A psychopathic husband
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VioletHe’s gazing at my ID to find my name on it.“No, you don’t, sir. I was distracted.” The lie palls the tension hanging over us, breaking the dense, overstretched silence. My heart keeps racing—I’m hoping he doesn’t recognize me, or realize that I lied, which can worsen everything.Letting go of my hand, he strides towards the suit mannequin in a glass case, tossing the handkerchief in the trashcan en route. My eyes trail him attentively. I regret my mistakes.“There are rumors about me being cold and scary.” He takes off his suit jacket. “Cold, I can take that. But, scary?” He slips the jacket on the mannequin and walks to the desk in slow steps. “If you’re not scared of me…”On his feet, he leans down and analyzes the condition of the documents with his fingers.“Then that explains the heavy makeup you’re wearing.”I risk him a glance, trying to grasp what he’s saying.“Women are either afraid of me, or… they’re trying to seduce me.”My brow arches in disbelief and irritation as
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VioletThe sudden distaste and rage in Ethan’s voice send me reeling in confusion and fear as I stare down at him.He spits on my underwear, just in front of my vagina, and I tense up at his humiliating act.“You disgust me, Violet. Whoever says they love you is so full of shit because you’re a repulsive whore.” That fury, that hate, doesn’t leave his voice, neither does it leave his countenance.Tears well up in my eyes. His act, his words, tears me up on the inside.How much of this treatment can I take without breaking? Could I ever change his idea of me? It’s deep-seated in him to the point he sees me as a despicable whore who deserves to be tortured. No one deserves to be treated this way — not even myself.“How many men have fucked this pussy before me? Ten? Twenty? Forty?”I don’t realize I’m supposed to answer that. Until then he says, “You can’t answer because you can’t tell the count. Just like your mom can’t tell who your father is.”Rage and sadness surge through me and I
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I crane my neck upward and fix Ethan with a questioning stare, trying to put two and two together, but the further I try, the further his utterance eludes me. There was an extraordinary meeting, and the paparazzi were there by chance and had tumbled on us. Right? “I don't follow,” I whisper, confused.“Don’t worry, I'll spell it out for you. I knew marrying you would be easier if I put my career on the line. So I somehow followed you to that parking lot and had one of my allies bring the paparazzi to us.” He laughs victoriously, but I can hear the mockery behind his laughter.His words break me inside. Realizing the whole thing was a scheme to lure me into his inferno and hurt me, sorrow, anger, and fear swell inside me. My eyes mist over and my throat tightens; I'm shivering to my lip.I succumb to my emotions as body-shaking sobs claim me.I wriggle in his arms to free myself, which makes him tighten his hands around me. “You’re crazy,” I sob, my voice barely above a whisper.“I kn
