35. Gone

Abby’s POV

As soon as I got to my apartment, I took off everything I was wearing and took a hot shower to get rid of the sticky blood on my skin. Right now, a man sitting in my living room makes me feel disgusted and awful, and I hate him. I never want to see him again, but it seems like the more I try to avoid him, the more he's drawn to me like a magnet.

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror, hot tears running down my cheeks as I shook from fear, worry, and thoughts about tomorrow.

“Abby, are you alright?”

I wiped away my tears and wrapped my shaking body in a towel. Then I opened the door and looked him in the eyes. "Get out of here! It has nothing to do with you whether I'm okay or not. Why would you care a lot about me if I could die tomorrow or next week? I'm just your wife on paper. Since that's all you want from me is lust, pure lust."

I went to my room and opened my closet. He was behind me, staring at me with his sharp eyes. "Are you not going to leave?" I asked.

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