Chapter 3

But Brixton was like a man possessed, not caring that I was sick. He ripped my dress open, wild and brutal. "Let you go? You're my wife, legally. I have the right to do whatever I want with you."

Brixton yanked off his belt with one hand, tied my wrists together, and forced them over my head.

He pressed down on me, kept going, rough and relentless.

I was helpless, forced to take whatever he dished out, despair swallowing me whole.

It wasn't until the pain and shame ripped through me that my tears finally broke free, falling hard onto…