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The pride I had in being worthy of respect. Of true love and a happily ever after, once he was long gone.
I imagined Sebastian’s death every damn day. Envisioned waking up, and he’d still be in bed. By my side, but stone cold as the darkness he let corrupt him. Sebastian Chamberlain, knocking on the devil’s doorin hell, couldn’t come soon enough. But the time he met his maker had to wait because we had to be wed first.
For now, I let my head swing to the side and took several deep breaths before peering back at the evil in our home. A smile crept over my lips, and it hurt like a son of a bitch. But the pain was no match for the fight I had to battle daily.
“My parents informed me of their gift this morning, but you didn’t call, so I could tell you it was coming,” I breathed with fake happiness and felt utterly insane.
I had to ignore the slap of abuse and carry on as if the horrific event never occurred. Whether I was insane or not didn’t matter. I had to stay alive.
“I didn’t call because I was busy fucking my secretary at lunchtime.” He glared at me with a heat so fierce it’d burn through flesh, and he held the rose at the tip of my nose.
Sebastian always made it a point to inform me of his sexual encounters. Another way he owned all the control and did whatever he wanted. While he let me wither away into nothing. But I got attention too.
A phantom or two. Multiple encounters of my own. Unlike my fiancé, I concealed my affairs.
“Gloria?” I questioned without a care, and a woodsy scent filled my nostrils. “I always liked her.”
“Yes, she’s sexy, unlike you. You’re pure poison ivy,” Sebastian insulted and popped thePon poison, resulting in spit splattering on my face.
I didn’t flinch.
“You don’t love the attire I wore for you today?” I asked.
Sebastian tilted his head to the side as his eyes roamed down my body. They burned through the clothes and made me feel exposed. Owned, uncherished, and used.
“It’s hideous, and I want it tossed into the garbage,” he answered as he pushed the rose into my chest and backed up a step. “But listen to me and listen to me good.”
“I’m listening, darling.”
“If you’re fucking around on me, I’ll find out,” Sebastian warned, with his index finger pointed right at me. “I’ll kill you in your sleep, smother you with your own pillow and no one would be the wiser. You’ll die because you were a whore. Understood?”
“I understand,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you, bitch.”
Without warning, he slapped me again. This time with his large palm, and the force sent me backward down onto my ass. The pain radiated and pulsed as fast as my heartbeat, but I didn’t dare to glance up.
“I understand,” I answered louder and with more force.
“Good. Now get up, clean up my shit and go to bed,” Sebastian ordered.
I waited until he left the room until the tears finally fell. The wetness was uncontrolled without him around and solely from the pain he had inflicted on me. The hurt I dealt with daily.
I believed Sebastian when he promised to kill me in my sleep. He might look like he was on steroids, but he was still bigger than me. My petite form wouldn’t stand a chance against him smothering me in our bed and being rid of me once and for all. But Sebastian knew better.
My fiancé had me conformed just the way he wanted. A replacement for me wouldn’t come easily. If death came, it’d be because he was in a blinded rage. The leading cause of related abusive deaths, and I didn’t want to become a statistic.
I packed up Sebastian’s crap, ready to toss his jacket outside and throw his shoes into a framed picture of us. Our smiles were completely fake for the camera, and the twinkle in our eyes was dull. We were a lifeless couple with no inch of love for each other, only hatred.
With the tears on my face, I wiped them away in the bathroom and took off my outfit. I obeyed my fiancé’s word and tossed the undesirableclothing straight into the trash. But I thanked God the light was off when I made my way toward our bedroom.
Sebastian was sound asleep. He probably dreamed of money, chicks, and stuffing the rose down my throat. I laid down and prayed he wouldn’t throw a pillow over my face and put an end to me.
Somewhere between the moment I laid my head down and pleaded for my life, my cell phone vibrated once on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and I peeked over in fear the disturbance had woken Sebastian. But thankfully, the device hadn’t.
I heaved a silent sigh of relief. My attention turned back to my phone as I contemplated glancing at the message I had received. But I couldn’t rest until I knew for sure what the text was about and looked at it.
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