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“You want me to stop? Good. Then tell me who’s fucking you, and I’ll stop and fuck him up instead!” he growls and then grabs me by the hair to pull me back up to a standing position.

I scream out in pain and struggle wildly to get him to let me go. It feels like he’s scalping me.

“TELL. ME. CORA!” he rumbles.

Bubbles of saliva speckle my face, and the tug on my hair gets tighter and tighter before he raises his hand threateningly, ready to strike again. I squint my eyes in panic because I can’t watch my husband turn into this monster again. Right now, I am defenselessly at his mercy and can do nothing but wait until he has finally had his revenge on me and realizes what he has done. I have to hold out because I can’t argue with him in this state. He’d only make me suffer more.

The next blow follows, and I immediately taste blood on my tongue. My lip is painfully split open, making the tears flow even more. But all the pain is nothing compared to the deep wound burning into my soul. Deep black edges are already lining them, enveloping them and not letting them free again.

My head is pounding, and I feel so dazed my field of vision becomes blurred. I briefly fear for my consciousness, but Thomas shakes me so violently and continues to scream in my face that I am quickly pulled out of the blackness again.

“Thomas… please stop! What will June think if she sees me like this tomorrow?” I try to talk some sense into him again.

“You’re threatening to tell our daughter what happened here?” he replies sharply and pulls me close to him again.

I flinch and press my eyelids together before shaking my head gently.

“No, because she’ll see for herself… Thomas, go. Don’t come back! If you leave now, I won’t tell her any of this. I’ll say I fell down the stairs, and you’re on a business trip.” I quickly rattle off my suggestion, afraid he might go completely berserk.

But surely he must realize that our marriage has no future after this and that he’ll be lucky if I don’t tell June…?

An angry scream escapes his throat before he brutally pushes me off him, causing me to land on the bottom step and bump my back. I scream out in pain and can’t stop the tears that flood my face. I hold the throbbing spot and don’t know how to get up because everything just hurts. He’s never beaten me this badly before.

“You dare to threaten me? Do you want to take my daughter away from me? My family?” he screams at the top of his lungs and is about to pounce on me again.

I squint my eyes in panic, put my arms protectively around my head, and pull my face to my chest so that he doesn’t hit the same spot again. But a rabid growl, followed by a loud clatter, makes me let my guard down to see what’s happening around me. Then, when I realize Ezra is here and has pounced on Thomas to protect me, my brain turns back on, and I struggle to get to my feet. I must break these two up before they kill each other.

“EZRA!” I scream hysterically and tug at his arm, which he uses to catch Thomas by the collar, already lashing out with his fist for the second blow.

Thomas already has a bloody nose.

“It’s him? He’s fucking you?” Thomas snarls and takes another swing.

But Ezra is quicker, thanks to his boxing experience, and easily dodges the punch before retaliating with one of his own.

“Ezra, please stop and just get him out of the house! I don’t want any more violence,” I try desperately to get him to let go of Thomas.

Blood is already spurting from his nose, covering the ground around them and sticking to Ezra’s ankles.

Breathing heavily, he pauses and looks over his shoulder at me before letting go of my husband’s collar, causing Thomas to hit the ground with a thud.

“You heard her. Get out and don’t show your face again, or I swear you’ll suffer twice as much pain as she did!” Ezra growls so darkly and ominously that I flinch away from him and look back and forth between the two of them with bated breath.

Thomas grinds his jaw vigorously and wipes his bloody nose. He has to realize that he has lost here and now.

“Not a word to June!” he threatens me again with a raised index finger, which makes me wince slightly as I nod gently so that he finally disappears.

Running backward, Thomas retreats before disappearing through the front door. As the door slams shut, I slump powerlessly and can no longer hold back the sobs that squeeze out of my throat.

“I’m here. It’s going to be okay, Beauty,” Ezra murmurs softly, catching me and then pulling me tightly against his chest and simply cradling me like a small child to give me strength and comfort.

I let all my feelings out and cry myself free from everything I’ve experienced until I have no tears left. I would like to ask Ezra many questions, but I am simply too weak and exhausted. My voice fails, and my head is empty. I am empty…

Chapter Sixty-Three

You need me now, Beauty!

Fuck! I want to kill him for hitting you again. But how could I leave you alone now? Let you go when you’re clinging to me so tightly. You need me now, Beauty, and that’s all that matters right now. Only you count.

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