BerniceWhen I finally heard the sound of his car pulling up, I steeled myself and pushed down the rising tide of anger and betrayal.The door opened and there was Fed, still in his expensive suit from the office. His brow furrowed when he saw me standing in his study."What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "I've told you a thousand times not to come into my study without permission."I kept my head down, face obscured in the shadows. I couldn't let him see
Bernice"I'm warning you, Bernice," Fed's eyes narrowed into slits, his grip on my wrist tightening like a vise as he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across my face. "Don't you dare meet with that Charlie again."I shuddered at the undisguised threat in his words, a chill slithering down my spine. But I refused to show fear. Not anymore. Not after finally seeing the truth about the monster I had married.I wrenched my arm free from his grasp, a sneer twisting my lips. "Who do you think you are, Fed? My master? My jailer? I'm not the same naive girl
Content Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault, emotional abuse, and violence that some readers may find disturbing or triggering. Reader discretion is advised.BerniceFed's body crashed against mine, his weight slamming me into the mattress. His hands pawed at my skin, rough and demanding, as he tried to force his lips onto mine. My stomach churning with revulsion. I thrashed beneath him, bile rising in my throat at the feeling of his touch, once so familiar, now so repulsive."Get off me!" I spat, turning my face away from his, my eyes blazing with fury. "You're so fucking disgusting!"Fed's fingers dug into my flesh, tearing at my shirt like claws, buttons popping and scattering across the bed. "Shut up, you ungrateful bitch," he growled, his breath hot and rancid against my face. "You know you want this. You always come crawling back, begging for my attention, don't you?""You delusional bastard!" I screamed, my voice raw with anger. "I'd rather die than le
BerniceThe rain hammered against the windshield, an unrelenting staccato that drowned out the sound of my own sobs. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, as tears streamed down my face, blurring the world outside into a haze of gray.I slammed my foot on the gas, sending the car hurtling through the deluge. The tires hydroplaned, the vehicle fishtailing wildly.A part of me knew I should wait, bide my time until I had gathered enough evidence to ensure Fed rotted in jail for the rest of his miserable life before filing for divorce. It would be the smart thing to do, the calculated move.But the thought of spending even one more second in that monster's presence, of breathing the same air as him, made my skin crawl with revulsion.How could I have been so blind, so gullible, to fall for Fed's clumsy lies?"Fuuuck!" I screamed, pounding my fists against the steering wheel.So many inconsistencies in his stories, but I had ignored them all, so desperate for the fairy tale, fo
BerniceThe bed in Cathy's guest room was like a cloud, soft and inviting, but even its comforting embrace couldn't calm the storm in my mind. I tossed and turned, my thoughts racing, replaying the events of the past few days in an endless loop. When morning finally came, I felt more exhausted than when I had gone to bed.I called the head of HR, my voice was still rough from crying, and requested a personal day. The understanding in her voice was a small relief; at least that was one less thing to worry about.The scent of coffee and something deliciously savory lured me from the bedroom. I found Cathy in the kitchen, puttering about with an air of determined cheerfulness."Morning, sunshine!" she chirped, gesturing to the dining table with a flourish. "Breakfast is served!"I stopped short, my eyes widening at the sight before me. The table was laden with a veritable feast - fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden toast, and an assortment of pastries that looked like they belong
BerniceAs I stood before Christian's door, a flood of memories washed over me. It had been years since I'd last set foot in this place, back when "Charlie" had been a part of my life.I was surprised to find that, despite the passage of time, little had changed. The same potted plants flanked the entrance, the same worn welcome mat lay beneath my feet. It was as if the house itself had been waiting, frozen in time, for this very moment.I had planned to wait for Christian on his doorstep, to gather my thoughts and steel my nerves before he arrived. But as I approached, I heard a sound from within that made me pause. A clinking of glass, a shuffling of feet. Was Christian home? Why wasn't he at work?Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself peering through the window. What I saw made my heart clench. Christian was there, sitting on the sofa, a glass in his hand and several empty bottles littering the table before him.He looked disheveled. Wearing a half-buttoned shirt, his
FedI slammed my fist against the steering wheel, seething with a rage that threatened to consume me entirely. That ungrateful bitch. After everything I had done for her, everything I had given her, this was how she repaid me?And for what? For some pathetic little fling with her old flame? Who the fucking Charile is? The thought of Bernice in another man's arms, of her betraying me so callously, made my blood boil with a fury I could barely contain.She thought she could defy me? I would show her the error of her ways. I would remind her exactly who was in control, who held the power in this marriage.But first, I needed a distraction, a way to blow off some steam before I did something I might regret. And I knew just the little slut who could help me with that.I pulled up outside Melissa's apartment, not bothering to lock the car as I strode towards the entrance. She answered on the first knock, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in my disheveled appearance."Fed, what are y
MelissaI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips twisting into a sneer. Bernice, Bernice, Bernice. It was always about her, wasn't it? The golden child, the precious biological daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen. And who was I? Just the pathetic adopted brat, the one nobody wanted.Ever since I can remember, Bernice has been the center of everyone's universe. She has always been the golden child. It was clear from a young age that Bernice was destined for greatness. She was always more beautiful, more brilliant, and more popular at school. Her charm was effortless, her laugh infectious, and everyone loved her. I was just the awkward shadow trailing behind her, desperate for scraps of attention.But Fed, he was different. He saw me, really saw me, in a way no one else ever had. When he looked at me, I didn't feel like Bernice's inferior copy anymore. I felt special, desired, alive. His attention was a lifeline, pulling me out of the shadows and into the light. I fell in love with