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pulled up at her driveway and she recognized it as hers. She knew immediately that it was Jon. The bastard! He had left her bleeding and unconscious on the floor. There was no way she was allowin

ve a name. "The brake lights were on and when I looked through the window, he was

of them out the door but the good part of

assisted him to si

ould do same", he

drive a black man home if she found one daydreaming in his car in the middle of a busy road. She was not rac

on

aned his face with his palm lik

otte?..." He rushed over to her

The same cheeks he had brutally slapped! She wanted to kick him in the

dear", s

ere the baby was now lying asleep. "My little boy, my dear

. Martell"

with cartel but I see you like it. We

just a few hours ago because she refused to agree with him on Martell as the boy's name and no

e closed her eyes expecting the wors

ing on your finger. I love you Charlotte, more than yo

n again. Of course she was wrong and that false assertion was only the beginning of her problems. It was the first time

s Clyde", h

the next week. The most annoying part of it was the drama that followed at 9pm. The same pattern. A stranger finds him blank in the middle of a

names and his slaps were getting harder. She made sure she didn't call the

e sleeved shirt. It had to be a spell or somet

name?", he

n perhaps?", she

catch the stranger that would pretend to be a Good Samaritan by bringing him back home at exactly 9pm. She ran towards the garage and opened the door. She took the keys of an old Mercedes from the post, entered and drove out of the mansion. She sighted him immediately. He was already at the end of the street and

s for three months and I always get home late. Now my wife thinks I'm cheating." Charlotte paused