SUMMARY : You had been suffering in the hands of the thing known to be your husband. You had enough. You wanted him dead. And so you began to devise a plan to kill him; when suddenly, you stumbled upon a flirtatious redhead, who, unbeknown to you, was willing to be your partner in crime.
WORD COUNT : 5957 words.
GENRES : angst. very slight fluff if you squint. smut.
WARNINGS : domestic abuse. physical and mental torture. 19th century misogyny. implications of rape. cheating. reader is implied to have serious mental health issues and is on the brink of insanity.
watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.
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"You duffer! What do you think you're doing back there?!"
My livid husband -- as much as I didn't want to call that fiend that title, for the sake of continuing my family's legacy, I did, for three unbearable years -- lashed his whip at me, at the same time screaming with such shrillness that all dignity was lost. A new set of wounds overlapped my barely healing ones. I bit back a sob. Being used to being deliberately abused didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt anymore, or that I'd eventually grow numb to it. At the time I had two choices: to answer his rhetorical question or not, but both always led to the same outcome.
