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Leaving me alone again, with my pussy wet, my heart broken, and my life the same as it’s always been.
Fucked.
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AURORA
“Aurora, it’s time to wake up.” Everett. He’s here. Sitting on the bed beside me.
Behind closed eyelids, I can tell he opened the blinds. The sun is up.
It’s Monday.
“No.” I squeeze my eyes shut, as if it can save me from him.
Maybe it can. He didn’t sound as mean as he was the last time he woke me up.
“You can’t stay in bed.” He might not be mean, but he is stern. Very. “You have to go to the hospital today.”
What he’s really saying is,Time to face your trauma. The babies who’ll be an insight into what I must’ve looked like all those years ago.
With no one to hug them but a stranger.
Molly and Winston were the worst kind of strangers. My nannies too.
I doubt any of them held me or hugged me unless I was screaming or needed a diaper change.
I was trapped then. I’d been just as trapped years later.
And I’m trapped now.
I can’t do it. I can’t.
I won’t.
“Leave me alone.” I pull the blankets over my head, wishing to disappear.
Wishing to never think or talk about orphaned babies ever again.
Everett’s relentless fingers hook around the covers, pulling them down my naked body.
He didn’t fuck me last night after our blowout in the library. He just ordered me to strip, so I stripped. He ordered me to go to bed, so I did.
Naïve me thought that obeying my husband would win me points with him.
I thought wrong.
“Aurora,” he growls. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
My eyes crack open, still swollen from crying for hours.
His gray gaze is narrowed and harsh. His broad chest is on display, his abs flexing.
His cock is hard in his pajama pants.
He isn’t ready for work. He’s ready for battle.
Fighting me turns this sick bastard on.
