Marital Chains and Liberation

he night after ou

eased with him for not bein

son with such tenderness, and when he gently s

he would be a good

often shattered

um recovery period, Wal

coming home late or not at

alter still wouldn't have

the child, so I didn't

ldn't ask my mother about such ma

singly stayed

home, he would sneak to the

ery, she asked to use his phone for a mer

hirts, no lingering scent of unfamiliar perf

d a gut

s hiding somet

account in computer and disco

ke a nerd like me, she was undeniably

one, she was wearing Walter's jacke

s one I had bo

, you always want the

ating, I enjoyed buying cl

owed his best sid

tal city for business, but it turned

s to visit the seaside as a family, but

but my hands trembled so much

forced myself to save

ng had happened, and the next morning, I sa

some of the chat records b

that Walter and I wouldn't be home

home, where my parents and chil

I called Walter, asking to meet

earby, booked a private room

food. As he sat down across from me, I handed him th

then stood up in panic, starin

o defend himself bu

n please. You don't need to say anything

to hear what

ked at me,

g. I'll behave myself, I promis

ed a wr

ssary. Let me tell

m today, you don't need

ith me, and we'll eac

p my bag and left, le

withstand hardship and disagr

ent the chat records

rce on his own; he wouldn't dare to hide it from his pare

ss times on my way home,

messages on WhatsApp,

momentarily

for her. The one I

wrong. We have a child

still claim