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"I think today might just be my happiest day." Nathaniel with with a smirk on his lips speaks, while I watch him in disgust pour himself a glass of wine. "You think this is power? Betrayal? Betrayal to your own wife? No Nathaniel that is just cowardice, because you are not man enough to stand up for yourself directly." I voice out, as I can only see Nathaniel's actions when he stops pouring his drink and drops the bottle on the table to face me. In a swift instance I feel a sharp pain cross my left cheek, with Nathaniel's handprint stinging my skin, as anger only increases through my veins. "If you do believe slapping a woman is going to stop her from speaking her truth, then let me break it to you how misinformed you are." My gaze turns back to meet Nathaniel as I bore holes in him.
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