Bully King Became My Husband

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ained seated in the vehicle with my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes fixed on

me? Why can't I remember anythin

startled out of my thoughts and brought back to the present moment.

ken aback by

d anything wrong with my brain. Is

e but to take what Marcus

for me to retain my memo

voice once more and I slowly snapped my hea

ms with the reality that I needed to carry out these steps in order fo

urn into a smile with excitement.

im permission to unbuckle my seatbelt, which was som

ets of his jeans. Even after all this time, I still don't feel c

eared to be between five and six months along in her pregnancy based on the size of her stom

about last

from speaking anymore. When I thought about what had happened to us the night

Why did he have to point out to me how foolis

n anger, clenching my teeth together in a fit of rage. ''You had sexual rela

eyes blinked

me...'' I said, pointing to my chest with my index fin

I continued to walk, l

ait

around to face him. ''So, what i

ing to get mad at me...'' he declared, his eyes still fixed

. ''Marcus... I haven't been able to move on from this thing that's happenin

through his already messy hair. ''But it's im

ut wh

earlier?'' his question left me be

about

together when we were both attending the same university...''

? I let the man who had previously bullied m

This didn't ha

e gazing at us with an expression of interest on their faces. ''Why are you telling m

yself, and now he was adding e

'' he said in a low vo

ploded in a fit of rage. I could already feel

nother bad

et out a grunt. '

nod

t nig

now was to burst out crying, but when I saw how serious he was, and there was no c

dom...'' he said, scratch

felt my hands shaking as I prepared to strangle him to death. ''Why di

and I was upset because you asked for a divorce...'' but it didn't help me feel any better at all. ''And als

caused me to flush deeply and

us and I had a sexual encounter in my twenty-six ye

with you? Why did you let this jerkface

ards the entrance of the building, where I saw a

go?'' Marcus inquired as

lled as I began to back away from him a

squeezed myself up against the group of medical

t to the pharmacy. However, I came to an abrupt halt when I realized that I had no ide

orgot... I was al

towards the counter, I took a few slow, deliberate steps while waiting for the sa

was finished assisting the other customer. Her face

ring the last words, and she stared at me. The smile she was wear

I rummaged through my pockets in an attem

rgot that I don't hav

y from me, and at that moment, my hand felt something hard inside the pocket of

credit

session. If this wasn't my property, why was it

leslady and sighed in

to the corridor where I had left M

lici

er six feet tall and had broad shoulders and arms that strained against the sleeves o

boyish face, which was accented by two deep

to believe that we were familiar with on