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Chapter eight

The rush of blood sears my veins.

My throat tightens, and I swallow past the ache lodged at the base of my throat, trying to control my breathing. My rapid heartbeats thumped hard against my chest.

Will this be my life till the day I die?

Saint torturing me to the point where I can't even take it even more.

When I reach the bathroom I slam the door shut, rush over to the toilet, kneel, pull back my hair, unloading the contents of my stomach into the toilet as the tears quietly roll down my cheeks.

Once I'm done I close the toilet seat, resting my head on my forearm as I finally welcome the overwhelming tears.

Events from the past play out in my head without warning.

7th June 2013

It's his birthday today.

Standing in the kitchen being the well-mannered wife I am, I've decided to bake a cake for Vicktor.

Sure we've argued a lot but it's almost our one year anniversary in a few weeks and it's his birthday so if we are going to make this marriage work why not start over with a cake and st
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