Wounded Heart

focating confines of the hospital. With resolve hardening in her heart, she stood up and left, the darkness of the night offering her a cloak of anonymity as she walked aimlessly throu

Elena as she tried to push Williams away, but he refused to budge, his grip tightening on her wrists. "You are my wife," he hissed, his voice laced with venom. "And it is your duty to satisfy me, your husband." Elena's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the depths of his cruelty. This is your punishment for daring to defy me, leaving the hospital without my permission. She said nothing, her body limp with resignation as Williams had his way with her, uncaring of her weakened state from donating blood to Anna. As Williams forced himself upon her, Elena couldn't suppress the cries of pain that escaped her lips. His roughness left her bruised and battered, each movement sending shockwaves of agony coursing through her body. With each thrust, Elena felt a piece of her soul shatter, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of Williams's cruelty. This was not lovemaking-it was a violation, a brutal reminder of the power he wielded over her. As Williams finally withdrew, leaving Elena broken and bleeding, she felt a sense of despair wash over her. How had she allowed herself to become trapped in this nightmare of her own making? Barely a few days ago, Williams had never returned to the house, leaving Elena alone in their empty home. The silence weighed heavily on her, a constant reminder of his absence. Yet, in those solitary moments, Elena found her self preferring how things was before. But everything changed when Williams returned, his presence disrupting the fragile peace that Elena had cultivated in his absence. Even with the pain and turmoil that plagued their relationship, Elena couldn't bring herself to hate Williams. After all, he was the man she had chosen eight years ago, the one she had vowed to love and cherish for better or for worse. Elena considered herself fortunate to have