Rescued by my ex-husband Cousin

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filled with the essentials and a few indulgences. My mind was already drifting towards a h

de and the feeling of sadness that already envelope me, I tried not to think about the very possible thing. As I approached the door, the sounds grew clearer. There

my hand hesitated on the handle. Who could it be? I couldn't igno

was before me. My husband had a redhead lady on our matrimonial bed, her clothes were off as he leaned close kissing he

ation. I couldn't believe my eyes neither did I believe such would ever happen, I knew my husband didn't love me but I didn't expect that he would do

b cage. The air was thick with heat and sweat and they both looked happy. My f

another redheaded woman. The sight churns something deep within me, an unexpected mix of

rough my scalp, and I stumble backward, as I was being pulled by the hair down the pas

face. My head snaps to the side, and for a moment, I was too shocked to react. Whe

. "What do you think you're doing, Charlotte?" she hisses, he

the sudden shift from ange

loser, her presence overwhelming. "Going to make

nging from the slap. "I can't

were getting into when your parents sold you to us with this marriage facade. This is not about love; it's

ream, to fight back, but I know it would be futile. In this family, my voice means nothi

ything worse. It was all for my family, as my mom put it. She had always seen me as a w

smiling at me and my father looking happy. The only person who wasn't in support of everything was my

esounding slap from my husband, supported by my mother-in-law. They both tr

father only told me to do as they said and that

red my gaze, my hand clenched against

whisper, though the words

t a fraction, but her eyes still cold. "You will go back to

ding, my face throbbing. As I make my way back to my room, I can't help but feel the weight