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The rest of the drive was silent.Emile parked next to the policemen' vehicle when they got to the police station. He got out first, walking around to open her door. Her legs felt shaky as she stepped outside, terror threatening to take over her.Emile felt her uneasiness and took her hand, holding it firmly. “Don’t let them see you’re scared,” he said firmly. “You did nothing wrong. You were defending yourself. Richard’s the one who should be afraid of the law.”They walked into the station together, following the two officers down a long, dimly lit hallway.Emile’s hand tightened around hers, and she glanced up at him, searching for reassurance. His expression was furious and protective when he met her eyes.“He won’t get away with this,” he muttered under his breath. “I promise you that.”Despite the fear twisting inside her, his words brought a faint smile to her lips. “Thank you for being here.”They came to a room at the end of the hallway that was bustling with activity.The t
The detective called over a young officer, gesturing toward the computer. "Record every statement. Word for word."The keys clicked softly as the officer positioned his fingers over the keyboard. "Ready, sir." His voice carried the crisp enthusiasm of someone who hadn't yet been worn down by the job.Silence stretched for a moment before the detective's steel eyes locked on Emmeline. The weight of his gaze made her throat tighten."Ms. Lawson, paramedics reported that on January 3rd, your husband was struck on the head with a vase. Did you do it?"Emmeline's fingers twisted in her lap, worrying at the hem of her coat. She glanced at Brody who gave an almost imperceptible nod.She drew in a shaky breath, tasting the stale air of the interview room. "Yes." The word came out stronger than she expected. "I did."The rhythmic tapping of keys punctuated the heavy silence that followed."Walk me through what happened." The detective's hands settled on the desk with his fingers interlaced. A
Yuna’s face darkened and her teeth ground audibly.“Let’s move on to the best part of the recording.” Brody tapped the screen once more before she could protest."The pain I've put you through is nothing compared to the consequences you'll face once I'm free from this place," Richard's voice slithered through the room, venomous and chilling.All eyes turned to Richard, whose face had gone pale. His lips parted, but no words came out.Brody’s expression was sharp with mockery. “Care to explain to us exactly what kind of torment you put her through?”Richard’s hands trembled. “I meant… well, actually…” His words stumbled over each other, collapsing into an awkward silence.Richard looked at Yuna in desperation when his tongue failed him, silently begging for assistance. Despite the damning evidence Brody had just presented, Yuna’s expression remained composed and as solid as stone.“Torture,” Yuna began smoothly, “can mean many things. My client’s words in the recording are vague at bes
"Yuna is indeed Richard's lawyer!" Emmeline’s voice cracked, denial weighing down every syllable.She tightened her grip on the strap of her bag so tightly her trembling fingers dug into the leather. It was the only thing keeping her grounded in this moment that felt more like a nightmare than reality.Zavian’s head snapped toward her in disbelief. "What the fuck?" The curse came low and rough, like a growl from deep in his chest.His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out.Brody tilted his head slightly as his sharp gaze flicked between them. "Didn’t she tell you she’s defending Richard?" His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it.Zavian let out a bitter laugh—one short and humorless. "Looks like I’m the last one to know." He spoke in a chilly tone.His hands curled into fists at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out as he fought to keep his anger in check.Emmeline opened her mouth to respond, but Zavian’s attention suddenly shifted.His enti
Emmeline caught a glimpse of Richard’s face through the tinted glass of his BMW as he also peeled away from the courthouse. His smug and self-satisfied smile made her stomach turn."Despicable!" she cursed under her breath. The word seemed inadequate to describe the magnitude of her contempt, but it was all she could manage without breaking down completely.Silence descended on the remaining trio, heavy and oppressive."Are you going to tell me why Mrs. Blackthorn seems to hate you so much?" Emile's question broke the quiet. "Why would she defend Richard after everything she knows about him?" His eyes darted between Emmeline and Brody, searching for answers in their expressions.Emmeline drew a shaky breath. "There's no enmity between us," she murmured. "At least, not that I know of."A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Maybe she's hated me all along, and I've been too blind to see it."Brody's gaze bore into her, sharp and calculating. "I think there's more to this than you're letting
Maybe he's just stressed at work.Seduce him, entertain him. That's what people usually tell a married woman when she complains about being subjected to violence and abuse by her husband. My own family and friends said the same ignorant, victim-blaming bullshit.Their words echo in my head like a constant reminder of how alone I truly am in this nightmare.The brutal truth? I was repeatedly raped and assaulted under my own roof by my husband Richard. And the most ridiculous, infuriating thing I heard when I finally gathered the courage to turn to my family for help and support? "He'll change when he gets older! Boys will be boys!"Their dismissive, enabling attitudes made me feel even more isolated and trapped. It was as if they were complicit in my abuse, choosing to protect a monster rather than their own daughter and sister.Like, what about my wasted life? What about the trauma and suffering I've endured? The sleepless nights, the constant fear, the way my body tenses at the sligh
The staggering height difference between his muscular 6'2" frame and my petite 5'3" made me feel even more powerless and insignificant in his presence. I could smell his cologne, the same scent that used to make me weak in the knees but now just made me nauseous."I am a man, whether you like it or not," he growled, his hot breath reeking of stale coffee and cigarettes fanning across my face.I tried not to gag."A real man, not some weak little pussy-whipped bitch like you want to turn me into." He added through gritted teeth, turning off the burner on the stove before I could with his other hand.The pan's contents was now a blackened, smoky, inedible mess. Just like our relationship.I stared at the ruined food, which was a perfect metaphor for my life."You're the one who's unfit - unfit for this house, unfit for my bed, unfit for my seed." His cruel words stabbed at my femininity and my sense of self-worth like a rusty knife.I thought of the pregnancy test I'd taken in secret la
At 10 am sharp, the moving crew of four large, burly men arrived to empty our modest city apartment of all our belongings.I trailed behind the massive truck carrying our furniture and possessions in a taxi, giving them directions to the new, high-end neighborhood.My stomach churned with anxiety as we approached our new home, knowing that this move would only serve to further isolate me from my support system and give Richard more control over my life.Achrafieh Hill contained only three luxurious mansions spaced extremely far apart - each one trying to outdo the other in grandeur and excess.One particular property occupied a massive, sprawling area surrounded by towering iron gates and a security checkpoint. It was not our new place, of course—Richard didn't make that much, at least not yet.But I had no doubt he aspired to own such a fortress one day, further cutting me off from the outside world.I paid the taxi driver and headed over to the four brawny workers, addressing them a
Emmeline caught a glimpse of Richard’s face through the tinted glass of his BMW as he also peeled away from the courthouse. His smug and self-satisfied smile made her stomach turn."Despicable!" she cursed under her breath. The word seemed inadequate to describe the magnitude of her contempt, but it was all she could manage without breaking down completely.Silence descended on the remaining trio, heavy and oppressive."Are you going to tell me why Mrs. Blackthorn seems to hate you so much?" Emile's question broke the quiet. "Why would she defend Richard after everything she knows about him?" His eyes darted between Emmeline and Brody, searching for answers in their expressions.Emmeline drew a shaky breath. "There's no enmity between us," she murmured. "At least, not that I know of."A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Maybe she's hated me all along, and I've been too blind to see it."Brody's gaze bore into her, sharp and calculating. "I think there's more to this than you're letting
"Yuna is indeed Richard's lawyer!" Emmeline’s voice cracked, denial weighing down every syllable.She tightened her grip on the strap of her bag so tightly her trembling fingers dug into the leather. It was the only thing keeping her grounded in this moment that felt more like a nightmare than reality.Zavian’s head snapped toward her in disbelief. "What the fuck?" The curse came low and rough, like a growl from deep in his chest.His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out.Brody tilted his head slightly as his sharp gaze flicked between them. "Didn’t she tell you she’s defending Richard?" His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it.Zavian let out a bitter laugh—one short and humorless. "Looks like I’m the last one to know." He spoke in a chilly tone.His hands curled into fists at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out as he fought to keep his anger in check.Emmeline opened her mouth to respond, but Zavian’s attention suddenly shifted.His enti
Yuna’s face darkened and her teeth ground audibly.“Let’s move on to the best part of the recording.” Brody tapped the screen once more before she could protest."The pain I've put you through is nothing compared to the consequences you'll face once I'm free from this place," Richard's voice slithered through the room, venomous and chilling.All eyes turned to Richard, whose face had gone pale. His lips parted, but no words came out.Brody’s expression was sharp with mockery. “Care to explain to us exactly what kind of torment you put her through?”Richard’s hands trembled. “I meant… well, actually…” His words stumbled over each other, collapsing into an awkward silence.Richard looked at Yuna in desperation when his tongue failed him, silently begging for assistance. Despite the damning evidence Brody had just presented, Yuna’s expression remained composed and as solid as stone.“Torture,” Yuna began smoothly, “can mean many things. My client’s words in the recording are vague at bes
The detective called over a young officer, gesturing toward the computer. "Record every statement. Word for word."The keys clicked softly as the officer positioned his fingers over the keyboard. "Ready, sir." His voice carried the crisp enthusiasm of someone who hadn't yet been worn down by the job.Silence stretched for a moment before the detective's steel eyes locked on Emmeline. The weight of his gaze made her throat tighten."Ms. Lawson, paramedics reported that on January 3rd, your husband was struck on the head with a vase. Did you do it?"Emmeline's fingers twisted in her lap, worrying at the hem of her coat. She glanced at Brody who gave an almost imperceptible nod.She drew in a shaky breath, tasting the stale air of the interview room. "Yes." The word came out stronger than she expected. "I did."The rhythmic tapping of keys punctuated the heavy silence that followed."Walk me through what happened." The detective's hands settled on the desk with his fingers interlaced. A
The rest of the drive was silent.Emile parked next to the policemen' vehicle when they got to the police station. He got out first, walking around to open her door. Her legs felt shaky as she stepped outside, terror threatening to take over her.Emile felt her uneasiness and took her hand, holding it firmly. “Don’t let them see you’re scared,” he said firmly. “You did nothing wrong. You were defending yourself. Richard’s the one who should be afraid of the law.”They walked into the station together, following the two officers down a long, dimly lit hallway.Emile’s hand tightened around hers, and she glanced up at him, searching for reassurance. His expression was furious and protective when he met her eyes.“He won’t get away with this,” he muttered under his breath. “I promise you that.”Despite the fear twisting inside her, his words brought a faint smile to her lips. “Thank you for being here.”They came to a room at the end of the hallway that was bustling with activity.The t
A week had passed since Emmeline’s meeting with Zavian.The day after their last encounter, he had personally returned her car. She had met him in front of her apartment building to collect the keys and their interaction was brief yet filled with the quiet understanding that had grown between them.Later that same day, she accompanied her lawyer to file the divorce lawsuit, despite her father’s vehement objections. The first court session had yet to be scheduled, leaving her in a limbo of uncertainty.Her days since then had been tense and isolating. She and Zavian stayed in touch, exchanging messages and calls that brought her fleeting moments of comfort.She also hadn’t seen Minnie since moving out of the old neighborhood, though she remained a constant source of support.The tension in the house was unbearable. Her father barely spoke to her, the weight of his disapproval heavy in every glance he cast her way. Her mother, on the other hand, was relentless, creating problems at ever
Their kiss deepened, growing wilder and more desperate with every passing second.Emmeline’s hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as though she needed something to anchor herself.She tugged at the material, pulling him closer with her body arching into his. Every time he leaned into her, the pressure of his body against hers grew more intense.Her spine curved back as their lower bodies pressed together.She could feel him… the hard, insistent, and unyielding…The sensation sent a wave of heat coursing through her.Zavian groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her lips. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her effortlessly, his hands gripping her thighs as he placed her on the bar.Emmeline gasped against his mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck for balance.The friction between them was unbearable, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every movement.She could feel the damp heat pooling between her legs,
Emmeline narrowed her eyes, fighting the warmth creeping into her cheeks and the strange flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with fear. "I locked everything myself. Triple-checked it, actually. Every door, every window."Zavian leaned forward with his elbows finding their place on the polished wood as if they belonged there.The movement brought a whiff of his cologne - something expensive and subtle with notes of cedar and something darker she couldn't quite place. "You were lost in your own little world," he murmured. "Wearing that charming expression of concentration, completely oblivious to everything around you." His finger traced an idle pattern on the bar top, drawing her eyes to his elegant yet strong hands, with a signet ring glinting on his right hand. "I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to... drop in."Emmeline huffed. “Well, congratulations. You’ve officially startled me out of my skin.”“You don’t look very happy to see me,” Zavian remarked, arching an eyebr
Droplets trickled down her neck, seeping into her clothes but she didn't flinch.Around them, the usual lunch crowd chatter died to shocked whispers."My Richard," Margaret's voice took on a sickeningly sweet tone, "Has never raised his hand without cause. If he did something, you must have pushed him to it." She adjusted her Hermès scarf elegantly.Emmeline dabbed at her face with a pristine white napkin as a bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Is that what helps you sleep at night? Believing your precious son is incapable of cruelty?" She lowered the napkin, meeting her mother-in-law's gaze. "Tell me, did he learn to break spirits before or after you taught him to break bones?""How dare you!" Margaret's face flushed an ugly shade of red."No, how dare YOU!" Emmeline's voice cut through the air like a whip crack. "You raised a monster, Mrs. Maine. A charming, well-dressed monster who knows exactly where to leave bruises that won't show under designer attire’s"Margaret's hands trembled