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Chapter 75

ARIA

It was beautiful.

And I hated it.

The red rose with its bright red petals looked so enchanting.

The stem of the flower was wrapped in a coil of sharp thorns.

“Isn’t it magnificent?”

It was a rhetorical question. And my husband’s tone suggested that he wanted the answer that would please him. Who was I to defy him, eh?

“Of course.” I whispered, dragging my eyes to his in the mirror but averted my gaze as soon as our eyes clashed.

My hands hung limply at my sides, my fingers trembling and shaking like twigs in a storm. I didn’t hide them. I was done of hiding. I needed to see them.

The fear. The shock.

My eyes were trailing back to it.

Like a moth drawn to the flame, my eyes were drawn to what he had imprinted on me.

The tattoo he had branded on my existence.

A rose. No. Not just rose. A Rose with thorns.

The bright red rose was etched on the side of my neck, just below my ear.

The tattoo was beautiful. But the beauty meant nothing to me. It was nothing but a reminder of my suffe
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