The Reason for His Hatred MY MISCARRIAGE

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ked in his cheek, and his eyes blazed with fury, a fire

racing with anticipation, as she witnessed

y rage, and yet, there was something in his eyes,

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er face, her features frozen in horror, a

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the weight of his abuse settling upon her

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faded, her laughter silenced, repla

own life, escaping the hell, leaving

cused on her, the only remaini

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bag, his resentment, his fru

h a daughter, a girl close to Valerie's ag

ter's mocking sneers, the abuse intensi

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ed, his actions cut d

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sorrow, and shock all swirl

the words barely audible, her voice cr

d, but Valerie's pain consumed her, blinde

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atures relaxing as he gazed at Valeri

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infused with soothing essential

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ment of nutritious food, carefully p

to tend to the physical scars

ie, their faces etched with

ded her to the bath, where warm water e

aling belt marks and bruises, the evid

rs, searching for answers, find

nces, their faces reflecting their

to ones of gentle care as they tended

lothes, a soft, white robe th

, their gentle touch a b

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er throat, gratitude swelled,

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s, leaving her feeling refreshed,

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