The Obsessive Husband's Golden Prison

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th, sprinting towards the

t my cheek. My body convulsed, emp

ss phone cut through the air

ve. "Duty calls, sweetheart!"

nce my way. He was already out

he counter. A ceramic monstrosit

usly. He hadn't noti

A slow, agon

tile floor, shatteri

ling hot tea splashe

rupted. White-ho

till reeling from the nausea, sti

am. The pain was

from the broken ceramic

angry tears that had nothing

night. The bed next to me

throbbed, a consta

my chest. The deep, agon

unded by the silence of

hole. A void that swallow

l, but the emotional pain

Utterly, comp