Chapter 66

Megra

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

I hate him. I hate Conor and his entire twisted family. They all know what's happening to me, and yet they do nothing. They pretend not to see the bruises, the broken spirit, or the fear in my eyes. On days like today, they keep Mia away from me, using my own daughter as a weapon against me. The physical abuse has become a nightmarish routine, but the emotional torment is worse. Conor parades other women in front of me, flaunting his recklessness with a twisted glee. He brings them into what he calls our home, the bed he forces himself on me, and makes me to watch as they f