When Love Turns To Toxic Abuse

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ide my bed, his face haggard, his eyes bloodshot. He pleaded, he begged, he provided carefully curated evidence of Gidget's alleged drugging, of his

my protector. I tried to convince myself it was a cruel trick of fate, an unfortunate mis

shot of her, laughing, nestled against a man whose face was turned away. But I recognized the familiar curve of his jaw, the dark hair

missive text message about an urgent business trip, just days before, came floo

blow. He hadn't stopped seeing her. H

night was a blur of taxi rides and flashing city lights. It was almost midnight when I arrived, the sky

lcony, wrapped in each other's arms, silhouetted against th

ear and bright, drifted across the distance. "Has our

ning white noise that drowned out everything. I couldn't process it.

en I grabbed Gidget's hair, my fingers tangling in the silken strands. "You lied!" I sh

e. His eyes, usually so gentle, were blazing with a cold fury I had never seen directed at m

e snarled, his voice a low growl.

med down my face, hot and furious. "Pregnant?" I choked out, my voice ba