I turned and walked to my room, ignoring the angry glare of Stefan to my back. I entered my room and locked the door.
Then, my shaky legs gave out and I fell to the floor. Tears filled my eyes.
For the first time since Daniel died three days ago and was buried today, tears fell from my eyes in waves.
Let me tell you a little about my dead husband.
Daniel was an abuser. A wife beater. A man who came as a friend….who pretended to love me….only to turn beast after we got married.
The first time he slapped me, the slap blinded one eye. He cried and apologized, saying it’s the devil.
The second time….he slapped, kicked and beat me around. I ended up in the hospital.
He came, he cried, he pleaded. He blamed it on the devil. He promised that he’ll stop.
He didn’t. And that was how my three years of marriage was. It was hell, tartarus and the abyss all jammed together.
Our marriage bed…. Oh, God. I can’t think of that now!
I couldn’t leave, he always found me. He made sure that nobody found out what happens behind closed door. To the world, we were happily married.
To the world, Mr Reeds, is a good and honourable man here in Magnolia.
Only Maria, my housekeeper, knows the kind of devil my late husband is.
So why will I cry for his death? Why would they expect me to force tears for him just to flush out their senseless rumors?
Stefan. That bastard….how dare he come into my life after three years to make such accusations.
I wiped the tears but more kept coming.
Why does Stefan still have the power to hurt me after all this time?